Whiskey and I - Kevin Fowler

Little cutie said, 'come on, let’s do a shot'

For a second there I looked at her and thought, 'why not?'

I guess she don’t know what everybody knows in here

I said, 'thanks but no thanks, I think I’ll just stick with beer'

'Cause whiskey and I, we go way back

That first half pint in a paper sack

It ain’t been a time we were carrying on

With some kind of something that could go wrong

Hard as I try again and again

Gotta face the facts, we can’t be friends

Whiskey and I, we don’t get along

All I know is there’s some things you just don’t mix

I’m just saying nothing good could come from this

When that first shot, it turns into three or four

Better hide the women, pull the shade and lock the doors

'Cause whiskey and I, we go way back

That first half pint in a paper sack

It ain’t been a time we were carrying on

With some kind of something that could go wrong

Hard as I try again and again

Gotta face the facts, we can’t be friends

Whiskey and I, we don’t get along

Much as I hate to say it

Gotta keep it separated

Can’t leave the two of us alone

'Cause whiskey and I, we go way back

That first half pint in a paper sack

It ain’t been a time we were carrying on

With some kind of something that could go wrong

Hard as I try again and again

Gotta face the facts, we can’t be friends

Whiskey and I, we don’t get along

Hard as I try again and again

Gotta face the facts, we can’t be friends

Whiskey and I, we don’t get along