Robbie Wills - Sour Mash

I take back baby all the things I said
I don't remember what was in my head
And now I'm sleeping in another bed
I think this thing is hanging by a thread

My mouth is writing checks that I can't cash
It's like the calm before the the lightning crash
I've pushed my luck and Huck it's time to clash
I'll drown my sorrows in some sour mash

I'm gonna play this hand with all I stand to lose
I'm gonna drink my brand of old time rye and blues
There's got to be a better word for booze

I might be sorry for the things I've done
If I knew there was not another one
That keeps me up and night and ruins my fun
Too late maybe now the damage is done

Come on and play this hand with all you stand to lose
I'm gonna drink my brand of old time rye and blues
There's got to be a better word for booze

Hooch
Sauce
Jungle Juice

Written by:
Robbie Wills

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