Way Down In My Whiskey

Most of the day I keep her far away Then some little something will start that ol' replay And I don't pull out her best pictures I don't ever say her name But I can't stop it when the bottle's low Late at night, all alone When I'm way down in my whiskey My mind is all unwound When I'm way down in my whiskey That's when she comes around You can move out of the house You can sell that ol' Mustang Sleep on the wrong side of the bed The dreams are all the same You can tell your heart to let her go There's parts that still remain It'll never all just disappear I know she'll be there, drivin' me insane When I'm way down in my whiskey My mind is all unwound When I'm way down in my whiskey That's when she comes around Oh, I can't let her go When the bottle's low She'll be there I know When I'm way down in my whiskey My mind is all unwound When I'm way down in my whiskey That's when she comes around When I'm way down in my whiskey That's when she comes around --- Way Down In My Whiskey - Alan Jackson