It’s 12 AM, midnight ride

I’m poking holes with my headlights

She took the dog

What the hell do I do?

Hit the liquor store to forget about her

That slammin’ door, them four letter words

I don’t mean love like the love we made

I mean hate, the kind the devil himself couldn’t take

I wanna drown in an alcohol river

Get down to the bottom of a barrel

Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow

Get every Number 7 on the shelf

You’re gone but baby I’m a goner

I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale

She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard

So pour one out and ten more after

The good Lord gives and takes away

Well, I hate the burn

But I love the taste

I wanna drown in an alcohol river

Get down to the bottom of a barrel

Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow

Get every Number 7 on the shelf

You’re gone but baby I’m a goner

And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale

There ain’t enough whiskey

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale

She took my Cash, but forgot my Haggard

So pour one out and ten more after, yeah

I wanna drown in an alcohol river

Get down to the bottom of a barrel

Shoot bullet rye straight as an arrow

Get every Number 7 on the shelf

You’re gone but baby I’m a goner

And I bet my bottom dollar that even if I could drink it all myself

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale

There ain’t enough whiskey for sale