Whiskeys Gone

Intro: Verse 1: There's a note on the table said "I ain't comin' back Till your sorry ass is gone I'm tired of the cheatin' and runnin' around Never saw the wrong in anything you've done" Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' There's gotta be a bottle in the back Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' Gotta get this Devil off my Verse 2: Well, I stumble my way down to the local bar Where I saw the Devil in my glass The bartender told me it was time to go I told him that he could lick my sack Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' There's gotta be a way to get her back Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' Gotta get this Devil off my Bridge: Kentucky, Tennessee , you better find whiskey Not leavin' that's a fact, small batch, sour mash. Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place. Lookin' through the bare glass, bald head, chapped ass. Gone, gone, gone gone gone, gone Lord, it's a hard thing to overcome, wake up and find the whiskey's gone Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' There's gotta be a bottle of Jim Black Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leavin' ) ( Gotta get this Devil off my