She Don't Drink Whiskey Anymore - Tim Hicks

She could drink tequila straight

And never even think of me at all

She’d never call

Get her on the jack and coke

Swear to God before you know

I hear her voice on the phone asking me if I’m alone

But she don’t drink whiskey anymore

She don’t show up at my door

All lit up with the midnight buzz

But the midnight buzz just ain’t enough

Yeah, I guess I always thought

I’d be her last call, her last shot

She don’t drink whiskey

She don’t drink whiskey anymore

Last time when I kissed her lips

She was a beautiful hungover mess

Laying in my arms cause of Maker’s Mark

And if she was somewhere tonight

Sipping bourbon over ice

She’d leave the bar, leave her friends

Wind up wanting me again

But she don’t drink whiskey anymore

She don’t show up at my door

All lit up with the midnight buzz

But the midnight buzz just ain’t enough

Yeah, I guess I always thought

I’d be her last call, her last shot

She don’t drink whiskey

She don’t drink whiskey anymore

Yeah, I guess I always thought

I’d be her last call, her last shot

When she drink whiskey

She don’t miss me

She don’t drink whiskey anymore

She could drink tequila straight

And never even think of me at all