If you wake up hungover
It’s your own damn fault
That’s what I’d hear
If my whiskey could talk
I was made for sippin’
And some old records spinnin’
Laid back and listenin’
To Haggard and Jones
I was made for good friends
And camp fire reminiscing
And that warm easy feeling
deep your soul
So you tryin’
To my name
go crazy
And I’ll blame
And you wake up hungover
It’s your own damn fault
That’s what I’d hear
If my whiskey could talk
I you got problems
But man I can’t em’
Cause I’m just bottle
Sittin’ shelf
And I what you’re feelin’
But you keep reaching
We’re both end up empty
nothin’ left
So you tryin’
To my name
go crazy
And I’ll blame
And you wake up hungover
It’s your own damn fault
That’s what I’d hear
If my whiskey could talk
So you tryin’
To my name
do somethin’ stupid
And I’ll blame
And you wake up hungover
It’s your own damn fault
that’s what I’d hear
If my whiskey could talk
That’s what I’d hear
If my whiskey could talk
