Текст песни Whiskey For Sale - Cory Marks

It's 12 a.m., a midnight ride
I'm poking holes with my headlights
She took the dog
What the hell do I do?
Hit the liquor store to forget about her
That slammin' door, them four-letter words
I don't mean love like the love we made
I mean hate, the kind the devil himself couldn't take

I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow
Get every number seven on the shelf
You're gone, but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale

She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after
The good Lord gives and takes away
Well, I hate the burn, but I love the taste

I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow
Get every number seven on the shelf
You're gone, but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale

There ain't enough whiskey
There ain't enough whiskey for sale

She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after, yeah

I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow
Get every number seven on the shelf
You're gone, but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale

(There ain't enough whiskey for sale)
There ain't enough whiskey for sale