Whiskey On The Fire

And he'll start drinking

Then he'll start thinking about her again

Again and again

He must've bribed the jukebox

'Cause those ol' sad songs just won't end

They just won't end

His ol' broken heart still burns with desire

'Cause you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey on the fire

And tonight he'll make a toast to her memory

And then he'll take another shot of a hundred proof misery

And his old broken heart still burns with desire

'Cause you can't put out an old flame pouring whiskey on the fire

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His tears fall like rain but his pain just won't die down

'Cause there's another blaze that's brewing as he buys another round

And tonight he'll make a toast to her memory

Then he'll take a double shot of a hundred proof misery

And his old broken heart still burns with desire

'Cause you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey

No you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey

He'll start drinking then he'll start thinking about her again...