There's a Place in the Whiskey

There's a place in the whiskey

Where I don't give a damn

I just love everybody

And everybody loves who I am

Bartender, hit me; won't you get me

To that place in the whiskey?

Yeah, there's a place in the whiskey

A few more shots from here

Where the spirits hit me

And all my troubles disappear

Bartender hit me; won't you get me

To that place in the whiskey?

Well, you know I'm there when you hear me yell that hillbilly

High lonesome sound

Raisin' hell with a rebel yell; just turn that music up if I get too loud

Bring me another round

Yeah, there's a place in the whiskey

Where I like to smoke

Everything you got, baby

I got the fire down below

Well, let's just face it: we're both wasted

In that place in the whiskey

Well, there's a place in the whiskey

Nothin' else makes sense

But to party, party, party, party, party, party, party

Till all my money's spent

Bartender, hit me, won't you get me to that place in the whiskey?

Bartender hit me (Who's comin' with me?) to that place in the whiskey?