Way Down In My Whiskey

Alan Jackson

Compositor: Alan Jackson

Most of the day
I keep her far away
Then some little something
Will start that ole replay

And I don't pull out her best pictures
I don't ever say her name
But I can't stop it when the bottle's low
Late at night, all alone

When I'm way down in my whiskey
And my mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

You can move out of the house
You can sell that ole Mustang
Sleep on the wrong side of the bed
The dreams are all the same

You can tell your hеart to let her go
Therе's parts that still remain
It'll never all just disappear
I know she'll be there, drivin' me insane

When I'm way down in my whiskey
And my mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

Oh I can't let her go
When the bottle's low
She'll be there I know

When I'm way down in my whiskey
And my mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around