"Too Much Whiskey" lyrics
Marcus King Lyrics
"Too Much Whiskey"
Too much of that ol' Whiskey River
Leaves a young man feeling old
That old love you still remember
Cuts you deep down in your soul
Lost that girl down in New Orleans
Chasing some old voodoo dream
Levee broke on Whiskey River
Got me trying to swim upstream
Getting tired of going crazy
Headed back, Tennessee
I gotta crawl on out of this river
'Fore it drowns me in the sea
Shotgun Willie on the stereo
Words are speaking right to my heart
If I keep reaching for that bottle
It's gonna tear my world apart
Getting tired of going crazy
Headin' back, Tennessee
I gotta crawl on out of that river
'Fore it drowns me in the sea, ah-ha
One more cup of coffee
Old Cafe Du Monde
Get my head together
Ride my Cadillac back home
Getting tired of going crazy
Headed home to Tennessee
I gotta crawl on out of that river
'Fore it drown me in the sea
I gotta crawl on out of this river
'Fore it drown me in the sea, ah-ha
Woo-hoo-hoo
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- The Marcus King Band Lyrics
album:
"El Dorado" (2020)
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