Whiskey Sorrows

Her hand in mine
Give me everything
And I'll let you fly

You are not the same to me
You're much better than them
You've got my back
But now it's time to move from the past
If any words to you were my last
I'd make you fall, real fast
But you've gotta help me make it last

Drowning in my whiskey sorrows
She'll leave me by tomorrow
Her hand in mine
Give me everything
And I'll let you fly

You are not the same to me
You're much better than them
You've got my back
But now it's time to move on from the past
But you've gotta help me make it last