Where Whiskey Goes

Just hanging out, minding my own business
Got a bucket of beer with four or five in it
Turned upside down and happy hour should have ended
Then a shot shows up with some trouble poured in it

One sip, it hits me, she’s gone
Start thinkin’ I can fix everything I did wrong
I know where it gets me, whiskey always rolls

It goes down, down, down, down
Warm and slow
Straight to my head
Before I know it
Then I’m bang, bang, bangin’ on her front door
I had a second chance, but I need one more
On comes the porch light, out comes the baby
I want you bad, take me back, miss you like crazy
Down a dead-end road with a big, fat No
That’s where whiskey goes

It comes from a still in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Never been there, so how the hell does it find me
In every single bar, on every Friday night?
I try to turn it down, but every damn time

It goes down, down, down, down
Warm and slow
Straight to my head
Before I know it
Then I’m bang, bang, bangin’ on her front door
I had a second chance, but I need one more
On comes the porch light, out comes the baby
I want you bad, take me back, miss you like crazy
Down a dead-end road with a big, fat No
That’s where whiskey goes

Yeah, that’s where whiskey goes

It goes down, down, down, down
Warm and slow
Straight to my head
Before I know it
Then I’m bang, bang, bangin’ on her front door
I had a second chance, but I need one more
On comes the porch light, out comes the baby
I want you bad, take me back, miss you like crazy
Down a dead-end road with a big, fat No
That’s where whiskey goes

Yeah, that’s where whiskey goes
Yeah