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• Artiste: Cory Marks
• Titre: Whiskey For Sale
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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 bullet rye straight as an arrow Get every Number 7 on the shelf You're gone but baby I'm a goner 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 bullet 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 bullet 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