It's 12 AM, midnight ride
I'm poking holes with my headlights
She took the dog
What the hell do I do?
Hit the liquor store to forget about her
That slammin' door, them four letter words
I don't mean love like the love we made
I mean hate, the kind the devil himself couldn't take
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after
The good Lord gives and takes away
Well, I hate the burn
But I love the taste
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after, yeah
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
Cory Marks - Whiskey For Sale Lyrics
Cory Marks - Whiskey For Sale Lyrics
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It's 12 AM, midnight ride
I'm poking holes with my headlights
She took the dog
What the hell do I do?
Hit the liquor store to forget about her
That slammin' door, them four letter words
I don't mean love like the love we made
I mean hate, the kind the devil himself couldn't take
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after
The good Lord gives and takes away
Well, I hate the burn
But I love the taste
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after, yeah
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
I'm poking holes with my headlights
She took the dog
What the hell do I do?
Hit the liquor store to forget about her
That slammin' door, them four letter words
I don't mean love like the love we made
I mean hate, the kind the devil himself couldn't take
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after
The good Lord gives and takes away
Well, I hate the burn
But I love the taste
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard
So pour one out and ten more after, yeah
I wanna drown in an alcohol river
Get down to the bottom of a barrel
Shoot Bulleit rye straight as an arrow
Get every Number 7 on the shelf
You're gone but, baby, I'm a goner
And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
There ain't enough whiskey for sale
Writer: Aaron Gillespie, Cory Marks, Logan Wall
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Cory Marks
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Aaron Gillespie, Cory Marks, Logan Wall