paroles de chanson All The Whiskey In The World (Live From Music City) - Carly Pearce

If I know you, you're halfway, through a black label bottle
The lights are off, the TV's on, you're almost, to the bottom
And you'll convince yourself, that maybe, this'll be the one, to fix it
You pour yourself another glass, just to find out, it isn't

All the whiskey, in the world, won't burn out, my memory
I'll be right back on your mind, when the morning sun, comes up
And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out, what you've done
But all the whiskey, in the world, ain't enough

You feed the buzz, chase the rush, it's good, for a moment
But when you sober up, and think of us, it still hurts like hell, don't it?
Keep on running, keep on hiding, so you never, face your demons
And tell yourself, it's freedom

But all the whiskey, in the world, won't burn out, my memory
I'll be right back, on your mind, when the morning sun, comes up
And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out, what you've done
But all the whiskey, in the world, ain't enough

And while, you're wasted
Well, I ain't wasting
Another night, on you

And all the whiskey, in the world, won't burn out, my memory
I'll be right back, on your mind, when the morning sun, comes up
And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out, what you've done
But all the whiskey, in the world, ain't enough

Ain't enough