Another shot, she'll love me again
(Run that back, Turbo) Haha, make it a double
Whiskey, whiskey, won’t you go away?
Come again some other day 'Cause her memory came out to play
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don’t wanna wonder where she been (Where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (Need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends