Way Down In My Whiskey - Alan Jackson

Most of the day I keep her far away

Then some little something will start that ole replay

And I don’t pull out her best pictures, I don’t ever say her name

But I can’t stop it when the bottle’s low, late at night, all alone

When I’m way down in my whiskey

And my mind is all unwound

When I’m way down in my whiskey

That’s when she comes around

You can move out of the house, you can sell that ole Mustang

Sleep on the wrong side of the bed, the dreams are all the same

You can tell your heart to let her go, there’s parts that still remain

It’ll never all just disappear, I know she’ll be there, drivin' me insane

When I’m way down in my whiskey

And my mind is all unwound

When I’m way down in my whiskey

That’s when she comes around

Oh I can’t let her go

When the bottle’s low

She’ll be there I know

When I’m way down in my whiskey

And my mind is all unwound

When I’m way down in my whiskey

That’s when she comes around

When I’m way down in my whiskey

That’s when she comes around