Karaoké Whiskey'd My Way Morgan Wallen

You thought I'd die when you said goodbye

For a minute

I thought that I would

And there for a while couldn't even fake a smile

Even if the bad joke sounded good

I went off the rails

Thought hell, might as well

Rock bottom was callin' my name

But lookin' back now

I oughta be in the movin' on hall-of-fame

It wasn't my buddies

It wasn't my mama

It wasn't no self-help how-to

It wasn't old records

It wasn't old flings or dancin' with somebody new

Tequila made me crazy

Cold beer wouldn't do

So I whiskey'd my way over you

You saw me out on a Friday downtown with a smile that came stumblin' back in

Guess that killed your mood 'cos you did what you do

Turned around and walked out again

So

Pour a little more bourbon

Oh it's the only thing been workin'

It wasn't my buddies

It wasn't my mama

It wasn't no self-help how-to

It wasn't old records

It wasn't old flings or dancin' with somebody new

Tequila made me crazy

Cold beer wouldn't do

So I whiskey'd my way over you

Whiskey'd my way

Whiskey'd my way

Oh, oh

Keep the barkeep workin'

Oh, oh,

Pour it on this hurtin'

It wasn't my buddies

It wasn't my mama

It wasn't no self-help how-to

It wasn't old records

It wasn't old flings or dancin' with somebody new

Tequila made me crazy

Cold beer wouldn't do

So I whiskey'd my way over you

Tequila didn't cut it

Cold beer was no use

So I whiskey'd my way over you