paroles de chanson Whiskey's Gone - Zac Brown Band

There's a note on the table, said, "I ain't coming back
'Til your sorry ass is gone
I'm tired of the cheating and running around
I never saw the wrong in anything you've done"

Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
There's got to be a bottle in the back
Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
Got to get this devil off my—

Well, I stumble my way down to the local bar
Where I saw the devil in my glass
The bartender told me it was time to go
I told him that he could lick my sack

Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
There's got to be a way to get her back
Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
Got to get this devil off my—

(I could drive)
(No, I could drive)
(Oh, shit!)

Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find whiskey
Not leaving, that's a fact
Small batch, sour mash
Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place
Looking through the bare glass
Bald head, chapped ass, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Lord, it's a hard thing to overcome
Wake up, find the whiskey's gone

Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
There's got to be a bottle of Jim Black
Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving
Got to get this devil off my—