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
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
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
