Tennesse Whisky - Stormy Thursdays

Wild city living In takes my breathe away But I'm not living The way I ought to be Check it out, there's surely Something missing Got to move, on, before I kiss the ground I hear you calling I see your beauty in my mind A piece of heaven A place where living in crazy Check it out, I still recall the feeling Got to find me a way Somehow, got to make it back... to Tennessee Chasing the rainbow- shooting for the moon Aiming much too high - getting so confused I'm all out of luck I'm all out of love Guess I... I just had enough Now my western tears Remin me of my home And my western heart reminds me I'm alone But my heart is sure that love will guide the way Now my western soul goes... back... to Tennessee

You are my whiskey, I'll make you mine I can just taste it All of these shot boys think I'm divine But I don't want to waste it They're like a second, but you're like a day Yeah, I used to hit it then go on my way Boy, I get so tipsy with you on my mind Yeah, I like the whisky with my nursery rhyme Throw it back, throw it back Throw it back, throw it back Throw it back Sip it slow You're on the top shelf, and I'm looking up Perfectly crafted Bartender, tell me what's in that cup Yeah, I got to have it I know you won't burn when I drink my glass I know how to drink it, I learn pretty fast So take me to bed, babe, and I'll close my eyes Yeah, I like the whisky with my lullaby Throw it back, throw it back Throw it back, throw it back, back Throw it back, back, back Sip it Throw it back, throw it back Throw it back, back, back Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it back Throw it, throw it back, back, back Throw it, throw it, throw it back, back, back Throw it, throw it, throw it back, back Throw it, throw it, throw it back Sip it slow Sip it slow