Whiskey Bound

 

It’s been a year 

Since I drank to you

That’s a year to the day

Since we were through 

It hurt so bad that the Bourbon it flowed

Cold, like a river

Almost swallowed my soul

 

I’m Whiskey Bound

Just might drown this time

 

I thought for good, 

I was out of your web

Then you spun me in lies

And crawled back in my bed

Now I’m at this bar once again for to Pine

I’m gonna drink you away

Gonna cross that line

 

I’m Whiskey Bound

Just might drown this time

 

It’s not so easy to do

To forget you once again

I got some help from this bottle of blues

Posing as my best friend

 

How in the hell

Could I be in such pain    

When you stole all my money

And you bought cocaine

You slept with my friends

Lied to my face

You pawned my guitar 

Then you moved to LA

 

I’m Whiskey Bound

Just might drown this time

 

It’s not so easy to do

To forget you once again

I got some help from this bottle of blues

Posing as my best friend

 

-Guitar and Dobro-

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Here’s to those who make us cry

And leave us feeling used

Raise your glass and your fingers high

And say this one here’s for you

 

I’m Whiskey Bound

Just might drown this time

 

I’m Whiskey Bound

Just might drown this time

 

© F.C. Westcott 2007