[Verse 1] Every jukebox in this town, Plays the life I’m livin’ now. Glass half-empty, heart full broke, Every lyric cuts like smoke. [Pre-Chorus] Ain’t a truth I ain’t been shown, In a barroom song I call my own. [Chorus] It’s all songs about whiskey, Pourin’ pain into melody. Every chord another memory, Every line a ghost in me. Yeah, it’s songs about whiskey, That keep me standin’ when I fall. I don’t need a preacher’s sermon, Just a barstool hymn, that’s all. [Verse 2] Every bottle tells a tale, Every note’s a wounded tale. Voices bleed through the smoke and neon, Singin’ what I can’t move on. [Pre-Chorus] I find pieces of myself, In somebody else’s hell. [Chorus] It’s all songs about whiskey, Pourin’ pain into melody. Every chord another memory, Every line a ghost in me. Yeah, it’s songs about whiskey, That keep me standin’ when I fall. I don’t need a preacher’s sermon, Just a barstool hymn, that’s all. [Bridge] Raise a glass to the broken hearts, Every story’s got a place to start. And in the haze of a lonesome tune, I find the strength to make it through. [Final Chorus / Outro] It’s all songs about whiskey, Pourin’ pain into melody. Every chord another memory, Every line a ghost in me. Yeah, these songs about whiskey, Keep the fire burnin’ slow — Singin’ truths the bottle knows.
