Whiskey Bottle Blues

Neon lights and a jukebox hummin'. Old regrets just keep on comin'. Bartender knows my

name too well. Pour another, I got more to tell. I've been chasin'

questions down for years. Drownin' hope and feedin' fears. But every time

that glass runs dry, the truth just hides behind the rye.

I keep lookin' for the answers in the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

Thinkin' maybe I'll find peace if I just drink full throttle. But all I

ever find is a blurry face and a heart that's hard to throttle.

Yeah, I'm lookin' for the answers in the bottom of a whiskey