"Whiskey To Work" lyrics

"Whiskey To Work"

She turned in her ring
Through the frontdoor back
Left me here holdin' all the slack
What's a man to do
With all this hurt
Have to let her go
Put the whiskey to work

So I'm sippin' at the bar
Clocked in around 10
Low and behold she's walkin' in
I know I can't quit now
I gotta tend this first
I gotta let her go
Put the whiskey to work

I've been drinkin' all night here, Jack Daniels and cool beer
Livin' on this stool and stealin' outright mine
If it keeps on like this I'm gonna have one hardship
All these memories they've been pullin' overtime

I've been drinkin' all night here, Jack Daniels and cool beer
Feelin' like a fool gettin' down to my last dime
If it keeps on like this I'm gonna have one long shift
All these memories they won't let my soul unwind

Now she's dancin' on the floor
Her head on his chest
Don't need to see no more
I already know the rest
It's a cryin' shame
It's an awful curse
Tryin' to let her go
Puttin' whiskey to work
I gotta let her go
And put the whiskey to work


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