I hardly ever think about her.
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I seldom say "I can't live without her",
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Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar.
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A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart.
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Like that song on the jukebox,
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Her memory starts to play.
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Guess I still want her,
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In a whiskey kind of way.
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An' when I'm sober, I say it's over,
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She can't get to me.
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I'm a million miles away from her memory.
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They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
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I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
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Guess I still want her in a whiskey kind of way.
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I talk, to Joe behind the counter,
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And every fool I meet, about her.
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I steel my heart to anyone,
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Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one.
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What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day.
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Guess I still need her in a whiskey kind of way.
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An' when I'm sober, I say: "It's over,
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"She can't get to me.
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"I'm a million miles away from her memory."
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They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
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I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
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Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way.
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Oh, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
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I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
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Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way
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Whiskey Kind Of Way
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| Jerrod Niemann |
