Verse 1 - Male Lead, deep gravelly blues voice, sings moderately, cinematic] She walked in under a storm cloud. She walked to bar and said, “Whiskey and Make it double.” (Violin plays and acoustic guitars] She shot it down fast, She shot it down smooth. She noticed I was looking at her She locked her eyes on mine (Harmonica answers) I felt fury, I felt fear Like she carried every bad night That had ever brought her here (Harmonica) She bought me a whiskey shot. Slid it slowly down the bar. (Country piano) We raised those glasses together Never asked me who I was. (Piano) Then she leaned in close and said, “Man, understand this much!” (Chorus) I ain’t your cup of tea, man I’m the rocks in your whiskey glass I ain’t here for romance Had enough of all that Don’t bring me roses Don’t feed me your lines Pour another whiskey And we’ll get along just fine I ain’t looking for forever Ain’t got nothing left to give. I’m just here for the whiskey I’m just here for the blues” ( fiddles and violins play furiously, then blend) [Verse 2 -] The jukebox started moaning Some old guitar cried low She tapped one finger on the bar Like she knew where sorrow goes ( harmonica answers hauntingly) I wondered who had hurt her Who the hell had lit that fuse ( piano answers) Again, She caught me looking at her She shot me a look and said, ( harmonica answers) “You have no idea…. I’ve heard every pretty promise Every “baby, I’ll be true” I’ve watched forever disappear Before the morning dew. [chorus] I ain’t your cup of tea, man I’m the rocks in your whiskey glass Cold enough to jolt you to life Hard enough to smash your disguise. Don’t whisper, “Baby” Don’t ask me to dance Tonight I came for whiskey Not another second chance I ain’t looking for forever Ain’t got nothing left to give I’m just here for the whiskey I’m just here for the blues [Bridge - Male Lead, drop low] Then she leaned across that bar Close enough I felt her breath, and she whispered, “Love ain’t ever killed me, But damn, it SURE tried! “ [HARMONICA BREAK - dirty, wailing blues harmonica and fast fiddle takes forefront, ) She said, I’ve survived all that shit Tonight I’m cutting loose Pour another whiskey And turn up those damn blues I ain’t here for romance I ain’t here for love I had my fill of that And I’ve damn sure had enough [FINAL CHORUS - I ain’t your cup of tea, man I’m the rocks in your whiskey glass [Instrumental hit - harmonica, fiddle and guitar with country piano) [Outro - Male alone, low and smoky] She left beneath that storm cloud Just that fast Just that smooth. I will never forget her whiskey blues.” [end fade out]
