Whiskey Kind Of Way

I hardly ever think about her.

I seldom say "I can't live without her",

Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar.

A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart.

Like that song on the jukebox,

Her memory starts to play.

Guess I still want her,

In a whiskey kind of way.

An' when I'm sober, I say it's over,

She can't get to me.

I'm a million miles away from her memory.

They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':

I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.

Guess I still want her in a whiskey kind of way.

I talk, to Joe behind the counter,

And every fool I meet, about her.

I steel my heart to anyone,

Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one.

What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day.

Guess I still need her in a whiskey kind of way.

An' when I'm sober, I say: "It's over,

"She can't get to me.

"I'm a million miles away from her memory."

They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':

I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.

Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way.

Oh, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin':

I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.

Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way