Cheap Whiskey by Girard
Cheap Whiskey
Verse 1:
There’s a dive down on Main where the lights are low,
Where the jukebox plays all the songs we know.
You can find me there most every Friday night,
With a bottle of cheap whiskey and the neon lights.
Pre-Chorus:
It’s the place we go when the week’s been too long,
Where the pain in our hearts is drowned in a song.
Chorus:
Cheap whiskey, and a honky tonk tune,
It’s the only thing that gets me through.
When the world’s too heavy, and I’m feelin’ low,
Cheap whiskey’s all I need to let it go.
Verse 2:
There’s a barstool waiting, and the barkeep knows my name,
Pourin’ liquid gold to ease the ache and the shame.
The dance floor’s callin’, but I’m stuck in my seat,
Lost in the burn that makes the heart skip a beat.
Pre-Chorus:
It’s the taste of freedom in a glass of brown,
The kind that lifts you up when you’ve been down.
Chorus:
Cheap whiskey, and a honky tonk tune,
It’s the only thing that gets me through.
When the world’s too heavy, and I’m feelin’ low,
Cheap whiskey’s all I need to let it go.
Bridge:
And as the night wears on, the bottle runs dry,
But the weight in my chest feels a little less high.
I’ll toast to the memories that haunt me still,
And let the cheap whiskey be my only thrill.
Chorus:
Cheap whiskey, and a honky tonk tune,
It’s the only thing that gets me through.
When the world’s too heavy, and I’m feelin’ low,
Cheap whiskey’s all I need to let it go.
Outro:
So if you find yourself in a place like mine,
Where the lights are dim and the troubles unwind,
Just order up a shot, and you’ll understand,
Cheap whiskey’s the best friend of a broken man.
Cheap whiskey’s the best friend of a broken man.