Ain't Worth the Whiskey - Cole Swindell

They're blowin' smoke and mirrors Puttin' pressure on me But I'm harder than an old Blackjack oak tree Tell me I'm a sinner Never claimed to be a saint I don't claim to be a goddamn thing that I ain't It's getting old Glitter ain't gold, man I ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets Ain't a showman I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold There's a curtain of pines This side of the river Can't see that trailer on the hill from the road White bread and honey Workin' hard for our money Saving cans all week to turn the man away It wasn't easy Neighbors judge from their front porch Right behind the door, their whole home's in a mess It's getting old Glitter ain't gold, man I ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets Ain't a showman I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold, man I ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets Ain't a showman I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold Glitter ain't gold, man I ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets Ain't a showman I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold, man I ain't what you see I was raised by the wolves in the woods, not the streets Ain't a showman I practice what I preach Ask me what it is I know Glitter ain't gold

Woo Yeah, I woke up this mornin', she left without warnin' No lipstick goodbye on the door We've had disagreements, but this time, she means it 'Cause she ain't left like this before Aw, it took the bottom of a bottle of bourbon To find out Kentucky ain't workin' There ain't enough slow sad songs On that jukebox in the corner And there ain't enough neon lights In this dive to get me over Your walkin' out, I can't seem to drown The thought of livin' without you, girl No, there ain't enough whiskey in the world If a fifth of Jim Beam was a time machine I'd fill up that hourglass I'd go straight back in time to when you were mine And I still had a chance Aw, but what am I thinkin'? That's just wishful drinkin' That train has done jumped the tracks There ain't enough slow sad songs On that jukebox in the corner And there ain't enough neon lights In this dive to get me over Your walkin' out, I can't seem to drown The thought of livin' without you, girl No, there ain't enough whiskey in the world No, oh-oh Yeah Blue eyes crying's up next, Willie's doin' his best Tryin' to pull me through Aw, but we both know the truth There ain't enough slow sad songs On that jukebox in the corner And there ain't enough neon lights In this dive to get me over Your walkin' out, I can't seem to drown Oh, the thought of livin' without you, girl No, there ain't, oh, there ain't Oh, there ain't enough whiskey in the world Oh, oh-oh Yeah, in the world

That girl walks into a party Looking like a million in a dress from Target The reason why every head in the whole room turns That's her Red light little white Honda Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama Blowing out the wind and then she's gone in a beautiful blur That was her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her That girl at the concert dancing Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt That's her That girl that girls wanna hate All the boys wanna date They can't 'cause I ain't Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave 'Cause all I need is her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Right here Her lipstick on the rim of my bed Even the stars of the night this clear Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her I'm talking 'bout that girl Yeah, that's her

You wish on 'em, party underneath 'em Way out there where it's easy to see 'em, stars Yeah, if they line up, tonight you're gonna Thank your lucky ones for shinin' down on you, stars You stopped and filled up with a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck, sang along with one on the radio Big red one going down, feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark and they danced on the hood She was sittin' on the shinin' light then gave you that look They were in her eyes, she couldn't hide 'em By the end of the night, you were fallin' just like stars You stare at 'em, swear if you could reach 'em You'd give her one 'cause she's got you seein' the stars Since that night she stole your heart You stopped and filled up with a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck, sang along with one on the radio Big red one going down, feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark and they danced on the hood She was sittin' on the shinin' light then gave you that look They were in her eyes, she couldn't hide 'em By the end of the night, you were fallin' just like stars She fell from 'em so you point your prayers at 'em 'Cause she's got you feelin' about as high as I'm You stopped and filled up with a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck, sang along with one on the radio Big red one going down, feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark and they danced on the hood She was sittin' on the shinin' light then gave you that look They were in her eyes, she couldn't hide 'em By the end of the night, you were fallin' just like stars Stars Yeah

It ain't no beer bottle In some dive bar parkin' lot Waitin' on an F150 To crush it into gravel rocks, it ain't no bottle wrecker It gets stuck every time it spins Repeatin' that same old, same old Over and over again No you're heart Wasn't made to broken, wasn't meant to be in pieces It was made to be loved on by someone who never leave it Wasn't made to be left out in the middle of the pourin' rain, I know you've been mad but girl this ain't yesterday And I'm gonna show ya That baby your heart Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't made to be broken I ain't gonna be that guy That leaves you in the middle of the broadway lights Reason that you're drinkin too much wine Why you're cryin' to your friends at night Hope you know you're one in a million As far as I can see If somebody lets you down again, it sure as hell ain't gonna be me Cause your heart wasn't made to be broken Wasn't meant to be in pieces It was made to be loved on by someone who'll never leave it Wasn't made to be left out in the middle of the pouring rain, I know you been mad but girl this ain't yesterday And I'm gonna show ya That baby your heart Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't made to be broken It was made to be skippin' beats No it wasn't made to be Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't meant to be in pieces It was made to be stolen by someone who wants to keep it Wasn't made to be left out in the middle of the pouring rain, i know you been mad but girl this ain't yesterday And I'm gonna show ya That baby your heart Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't made to be broken Wasn't made to be, nah

At any given small town, buddy, you can spot her Trucker hat, buffalo flannel at the concert Grew up on Mariah and Shania down a red dirt Road driveway (road driveway) And diet Coke can rollin' 'round in her Camry Wants to be a mama, yeah, she wants to get married If you look up a country girl in the dictionary You'd see her face Just when you think you've got her figured out That's when you learn you don't know nothin' 'bout When she goes "Come pick me up in your truck, I wanna drive Let's hit a buck ten again down 55 That's my little rock 'n' roll right there Crank it 'til the speakers blow, I swear" Sayin', "Don't be a girl, boy, let's take another shot" Then slippin' out, makin' out in the parking lot Down home angel with a whole 'nother side She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turnin' up my stereotype Mama knows her heart but don't know about her tattoos Her and Casamigos put together equal bad news She can stop your world from turnin' just by lookin' at you And I'm a lucky S-O-B when she says to me "Come pick me up in your truck, I wanna drive Let's hit a buck ten again down 55 That's my little rock 'n' roll right there Crank it 'til the speakers blow, I swear" Sayin', "Don't be a girl, boy, let's take another shot" Then slippin' out, makin' out in the parking lot Down home angel with a whole 'nother side She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turnin' up my stereotype (Oh no, there she goes, oh no, there she goes) Turnin' up my stereotype (Oh no, there she goes, oh no, there she goes) Yeah, she's unpredictable, anything but typical She's so original, so damn original And she's all mine, she's everything I need Yeah, she keeps me livin' on the edge of my seat, sayin' "Come pick me up in your truck, I wanna drive Let's hit a buck ten again down 55 That's my little rock 'n' roll right there Crank it 'til the speakers blow, I swear" Sayin', "Don't be a girl, boy, let's take another shot" Then slippin' out, makin' out in the parking lot Down home angel with a whole 'nother side She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turnin' up my stereotype (Oh no, there she goes, oh no, there she goes) Turnin' up my stereo (Oh no, there she goes, oh no, there she goes) She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turning up my stereotype At any given small town, buddy, you can spot her Trucker hat, buffalo flannel at the concert Grew up on Mariah and Shania down a red dirt road She's the "Oh no, there she goes" turnin' up my stereotype