| Every bottle starts out full
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| Never stays that way for long
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| No Jack or gin
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| Has ever been
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| In any bar alone
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| There’s no such thing as lonely whiskey
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| Someone always wants a sip
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| It always leaves a shelf so quickly
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| For broken hearts and thirsty lips
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| It gets in touch with strangers' memories
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| Some may start the night off single
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| There’s no such thing as lonely whiskey
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| As long as there are lonely people
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| It’s company for misery
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| And misery ain’t in short supply
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| From Kentucky’s best to all the rest
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| They’re all gettin' lucky tonight
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| There’s no such thing as lonely whiskey
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| Someone always wants a sip
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| It always leaves a shelf so quickly
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| For broken hearts and thirsty lips
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| It gets in touch with strangers' memories
|
| Some may start the night out single
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| There’s no such thing as lonely whiskey
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| As long as there are lonely people
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| There’s no such thing as lonely whiskey
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| As long as there are lonely people |