Mark Winston Hagood - Whiskey In The Sand

I can still see daddy behind the wheel
Of that old grey GMC
Son past me my bottle of whiskey
He chased it down with a swig of my RC

Every few miles he'd take a shot
The further we drove the drunker he got
But you couldn't tell him he was too drunk to drive
I was, praying like hell that we would make it home alive

And it's bittersweet memories
They're all jacked up but still a part of me
I try to face his demons and I do the best I can
I'll take his whiskey and pour it in the sand
I'll take his whiskey and pour it in the sand

Things I choose not to remember
So many things I will never forget
But there's still something left to build upon
When the foundation's already set
Seems so surreal, so painfully real
These bittersweet memories

Bittersweet memories
They're all jacked up but still a part of me
Try to face his demons and I do the best I can
I'll take his whiskey and pour it in the sand
I'll take his whiskey and pour it in the sand

I know in my heart
Whiskey did not win

Written by:
Mark Hagood

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