Country Music Is My Whiskey

Baby, since you left I've been sinking down deep I've been cussing too much I've been saying some things I don't oughta Yesterday I quit again Lord knows I tried it all to Just get a bit of sleep I thought I'd find it with Jack D But now I just lean on Whitley, So I don't end up like him Every week I Comb my hair, I go Strait to Church Then I come home, and lean against the wall in my bedroom Tryin' not to think about you Because 90 proof just let me down and made me call you up And hate myself when I woke up Three chords can hide the truth Without puttin' me out like Hank So until you come around again Country music is my whiskey I hear them singing about how whiskey drowns the memory And the only cure for a heartache is in Lynchburg, Tennessee But the sweetest pain is knowing that they're wrong, that I see I almost come through with nothing but a radio Because country music is my whiskey Oh yeah, I Comb my hair I go Strait to Church Then I come home and play some Wallen in my bedroom Tryin' not to think about you Because 90 proof just let me down and made me call you up And hate myself when I woke up Three chords can hide the truth Without puttin me out like Hank So if you ain't comin' around again, girl Country music is my whiskey Oh, country music is my whiskey Oh yeah, without one we'd have a bit more of the other But without it, we also wouldn't have none Yeah, I Comb my hair, I go Strait to Church Then I come home and play some Wallen in my bedroom Tryin' not to think about you Because 90 proof just let me down and made me call you up I hate myself in the morning Three chords can hide the truth Without puttin' me out like Hank Oh, so country music is my whiskey