halfway to hazard with the rain coming down
wish i could go home
but its just an old empty house
so i find me a cheap motel room
and a bottle of black label jack
you might find me dead by the morning
but hey find me lookin book
cause there aint nothing like whiskey
when times moving slow
it drowns out the misery
helps me let go
when the truth really hits me
she dont miss no
there aint nothin like whiskey
when a woman turns cold.
she used to want to hold me
and our fire burned so bright
but its funny how forever
can get up and say good-bye
but i’ve got the answere to my pain
a way to face the truth
well i can drown out this heartache but its gonna take a 100 proof
cause there aint nothin like whiskey
when times movin slow
it drowns out the misery
helps me let go
when the truth really hits me
she dont miss me no
there aint nothing like whiskey
when a woman turns cold
yeah
tomorrow i dont know where im gonna be
but tonight, atleast ill be free from her memory
cause there aint, nothing like whiskey
when times movin slow
it drowns out the misery
helps me let go
when the truth really hits me
she dont miss me no
there aint nothing like whiskey
when a woman turns cold
there aint nothing like whiskey
when a woman turns cold