Does the whiskey make you miss me?
‘Cause every time I take a sip I think about you
I start dialin’ but I don’t call
Are you sittin’ there lookin’ at the phone, not callin’ me too?
The heart is a bitch on the sauce, gon’ do what it do
This happens every time I crack open up that bottle
And I light that cigarette
And it’s like, “Aw, shit! Here come trouble”
Everything about you says don’t do that
With the devil on my shoulder, sayin’ “Don’t look back”
And I wonder what spell are we under
Are we in love or we just drunk?
That front porch looks like heaven
But I know in the mornin’ it’s gonna feel more like hell
But I drive up anyway
‘Cause the Good Lord knows this girl can’t help herself
Yeah, a heart is a bitch on the sauce, so I might as well
This happens every time I crack open up that bottle
And I light that cigarette
And it’s like, “Aw, shit! Here come trouble”
Everything about you says don’t do that
With the devil on my shoulder, sayin’ “Don’t look back”
And I wonder what spell are we under
Are we in love or we just drunk?
Does the whiskey make you miss me?
‘Cause every time I take a sip I think about you