Jerrod Niemann - Whiskey Kind Of Way
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I hardly ever think about her.

I seldom say I can't live without her
Till I order a drink and sit at the bar.
A sip and it all goes straight to my heart.
Like that song on the jukebox,
Her memory starts to play.
Guess I still want her,
In a whiskey kind of way.

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And when I'm sober, I say it's over,
She can't get to me.
I'm a million miles away from her memory.
They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin',

I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way.
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I talk to Joe behind the counter,
And every fool I meet, about her.
I spill my heart to anyone,
Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one.
What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day.

Guess I still need her in a whiskey kind of way.
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And when I'm sober, I say it's over,
She can't get to me.
I'm a million miles away from her memory.

They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin',
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way.
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Lord, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin',

I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.

Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way.
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