"Whiskey Me Or The Pain" lyrics
She's probably coked out on the couch somewhere out in Oklahoma
And she's teethin' at the mouth
Lord knows what the girl got a hold of
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
Now she's high, flyin', and cryin', Lord, you'd think she's insane
But she's never had a style of stickin' around
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore that you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me
Was it whiskey, me, or the pain?
She's probably drivin' fast
Drunk off her ass, flexed out, fair Arizona
That girl will never come last
And, boy, should've listened when I told ya
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
Now she's drivin' while droppin' with the booze in her veins
Lord only knows that girl won't lose another race
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me
Was it whiskey, me, or the pain?
She could be high as a kite in the eyes in South Dakota
You know the reservation smoke intends to put a white man in a coma
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
But now she's out in the back and is probably halfway insane
And it'll take a new life to make that curse go away
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me, was it
I wish you could come back and tell me, was it
Whiskey, me, or the pain?
And she's teethin' at the mouth
Lord knows what the girl got a hold of
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
Now she's high, flyin', and cryin', Lord, you'd think she's insane
But she's never had a style of stickin' around
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore that you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me
Was it whiskey, me, or the pain?
She's probably drivin' fast
Drunk off her ass, flexed out, fair Arizona
That girl will never come last
And, boy, should've listened when I told ya
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
Now she's drivin' while droppin' with the booze in her veins
Lord only knows that girl won't lose another race
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me
Was it whiskey, me, or the pain?
She could be high as a kite in the eyes in South Dakota
You know the reservation smoke intends to put a white man in a coma
And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me, or the pain?
But now she's out in the back and is probably halfway insane
And it'll take a new life to make that curse go away
So what you think about comin' on back around?
Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town
And you always swore you weren't comin' back again
Although it's been a while since I've dialed or seen your smile
That don't really mean we can never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me, was it
I wish you could come back and tell me, was it
Whiskey, me, or the pain?
Writer(s): Tyler Nance
