Sangtekst: Chris Cagle. Pouring Good Whiskey On The Past.
Well Ia??ve been sitting here just thinking
Dealing with my feelings about leaving
Trying to keep from drinking
And every day I pray that I make it through one more day
Without giving in to the only friend who can take the pain away
Man believe me it would be easy
Cause I could go there
It wouldna??t get me nowhere
Just a shot it all it takes to bring her back
And when the bottlea??s empty
It will only leave me
Holding on to nothing more than memory and a glass
You see there aina??t no future pouring good whiskey on the past
So what am I doing here
I know it dona??t make sense
Everybody knows a bar and a broken heart
Are two things that just dona??t mix
But I cana??t go home
Oh the thought of being there alone
With a bottle on the shelf
Saying go and help yourself
Man I know Ia??m not that strong
Man believe me, cause it would be easy
Well I could go there
But it wouldna??t get me nowhere
Just a shot is all it takes to bring her back
And when the bottlea??s empty
It will only leave me
Holding on to nothing more than memory and a glass
See there aina??t no future pouring good whiskey on the past
Well Ia??ve been sitting here, just thinking
Dealing with my feelings about leaving
Trying to keep from drinking
Dealing with my feelings about leaving
Trying to keep from drinking
And every day I pray that I make it through one more day
Without giving in to the only friend who can take the pain away
Man believe me it would be easy
Cause I could go there
It wouldna??t get me nowhere
Just a shot it all it takes to bring her back
And when the bottlea??s empty
It will only leave me
Holding on to nothing more than memory and a glass
You see there aina??t no future pouring good whiskey on the past
So what am I doing here
I know it dona??t make sense
Everybody knows a bar and a broken heart
Are two things that just dona??t mix
But I cana??t go home
Oh the thought of being there alone
With a bottle on the shelf
Saying go and help yourself
Man I know Ia??m not that strong
Man believe me, cause it would be easy
Well I could go there
But it wouldna??t get me nowhere
Just a shot is all it takes to bring her back
And when the bottlea??s empty
It will only leave me
Holding on to nothing more than memory and a glass
See there aina??t no future pouring good whiskey on the past
Well Ia??ve been sitting here, just thinking
Dealing with my feelings about leaving
Trying to keep from drinking
Cagle, Chris