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Walk On Whiskey

Cole Swindell

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I bet I sound like a broken record
Like a backseat-floorboard scratched CD
Playin' the same old sad song on repeat
Doin' what they say to do to forget her
But it's just red eyes at the bottom of a bottle
Ain't no red words, ain't no gospel

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fightin' back tears and gravity
She's learnin' how to fly those angel wings
I'm drownin' her goodbye in Tennessee
Probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hangin' over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey

I bet this bartender's tired of hearin' my confession
And the jukebox playin' that Whitley song's
Like a devil smilin', remindin' me she's gone
So I'm swingin' back with old number seven
And it's two on one, but it still ain't fair
Without her here, I ain't got a prayer

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fightin' back tears and gravity
She's learnin' how to fly those angel wings
I'm drownin' her goodbye in Tennessee
Probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hangin' over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey

God, I know You're up there listenin'
Good Book says you always do
All the wrong I've done that You've forgiven
Maybe she can, too

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fightin' back tears and gravity
She's learnin' how to fly those angel wings
I'm drownin' her goodbye in Tennessee
I probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hangin' over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Yeah, Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey
No, I can't even walk on whiskey

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