| Brown liquor in my hand, brown liquor in my blood
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| Drinking on a mission, not afraid of love
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| She appeared like a vision, a dream in my head
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| The next thing I remember, I woke up in a hotel bed
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| We fell in love on whiskey, one shot at a time
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| That old Kentucky bourbon made her mine
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| Sometimes what you’re drinkin' is best left on the vine
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| We fell in love on whiskey, fell apart on wine
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| Perfume on the pillow but I can’t recall her face
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| She did not leave a number, no she did not leave a trace
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| There’s an empty red wine bottle sitting on a broken old TV
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| Bloodshot eyes in the mirror and they’re staring back at me
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| We fell in love on whiskey, one shot at a time
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| That old Kentucky bourbon made her mine
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| Sometimes what you’re drinkin' is best left on the vine
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| We fell in love on whiskey, fell apart on wine
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| I got the shakes and a heartache brought on by alcohol
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| I never saw her sober if she was ever real at all
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| My drunk imagination is a damn dark place to go
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| 'Cause I just sit here haunted, knowing that I’ll never know
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| We fell in love on whiskey, one shot at a time
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| That old Kentucky bourbon made her mine
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| Yeah sometimes what you’re drinkin' is best left on the vine
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| We fell in love on whiskey, fell apart on wine
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| Yeah we fell in love on whiskey, fell apart…
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| Fell apart on wine |