There's a note on the table
Said I ain't comin' back
Til' your sorry ass is gone
I'm tired of the cheatin'
And runnin around
Never saw the wrong
In anything you done
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin
Gotta be a bottle in the back
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin
Gotta get this devil off my
Well I stumbled my way
Down to the local bar
Where I saw the devil in my glass
The bartender told me
It was time to go
I told him that he could lick my sack
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin
Gotta be a way to get her back
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leavin
Gotta get this devil of my
I can drive
I can drive
Oooooh shit
Turkey, Tennessee seeking fine whiskey
Not leaving it's a fact
Small batch sour mash
Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place
Looking through the bare glass
Bald head chapped ass gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Lord it's a hard thing to overcome to wake up and find the
Whiskey's gone
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving
There's got to be a bottle of Jim Black
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving
Got to get this devil off my