Whiskey's Gone

Songwriters: WYATT DURRETTE, ZACHRY BROWN There's a note on the table Said I ain't comin' back Til' your sorry ass is gone I'm tired of the cheatinAnd runnin around Never saw the wrong In anything you done Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin Gotta be a bottle in the back Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin Gotta get this devil off my... Well I stumbled 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 Gotta be a way to get her back Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin Gotta get this devil of my... I can drive... I can drive... Oooooh... shit Turkey, Tennessee seeking fine whiskey Not leaving it's a fact Small batch sour mash. Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place. Looking through the bare glass. Bald head chapped ass gone... Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. Lord it's a hard thing to overcome to wake up and find the Whiskey's gone. Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle of Jim Black. Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. Got to get this devil off my...