DM and The 1601's - Did You Make Her Like Whiskey

Dear God
Did you grow her in a cornfield
Did you run her through a still
Did you age her deep in those Kentucky Hills
Dear God
Is she a gallon or a fifth
Made to chug or made to sip
Is she something that I'll need a chaser with
You must've made her like whiskey
Every time she gets me
Ten foot tall and bullet proof
Her kiss it burns but goes down smooth
And it gets me and it always makes me
Feel that fire down inside
The room starts spinning outta my mind
I sober up like that bottle I'm left empty
Did you make her like whiskey
Dear God
Did you make her red or clear
In a barrel for years
Is that why I start to shake when she gets near
Dear God
Is she good with a country song
Kill the hurt when it's too strong
Will she be my best friend when everything is gone
You must've made her like whiskey
Every time she gets me
Ten foot tall and bullet proof
Her kiss it burns but goes down smooth
And it gets me and it always makes me
Feel that fire down inside
The room starts spinning outta my mind
I sober up like that bottle I'm left empty
Did you make her like whiskeyyyy
You must've made her like whiskey
Every time she gets me
Ten foot tall and bullet proof
Her kiss it burns but goes down smooth
And it hits me and it always makes me
Feel that fire down inside
The room starts spinning outta my mind
I sober up like that bottle I'm left empty
Did you make her like whiskey
You must've made her like whiskey
Dear God
Did you grow her in a corn field
Or did you run her through a still…..

Written by:
Kyle Wynn

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