Lyrics

Whiskey bottles

You may think that I’m a liar.
You may think that I am a joke.
Or maybe even you think that i have fallen out of my tree.
And I can't even sing a note.

(Chorus)
Whiskey bottles they don’t mean much these days.
I separate that with the mail every day.
I'm cold and lonely wishing that you would make your way.
Down to me...


You may think that I am crazy.
You may think that I’m a mess.
Or maybe even you think I'm a lonely, lonely soul.
Well to this I might confess.

(Chorus)
Whiskey bottles they don’t mean much these days.
I separate that with the mail every day.
I'm cold and lonely wishing that you would make your way.
Down to me...


You might think that I am the same like I was.
Tipping the bottle and getting high just because.
Old and lonely only made me this way.
Maybe I shouldn't have left?

(Chorus)
Whiskey bottles they don’t mean much these days.
I separate that with the mail every day.
I'm cold and lonely wishing that you would make your way.
Down to me...

You might think that I have fallen out of my tree.


Written By Ronnie LeBlanc © 1991 - 2013 All Rights Reserved