Sam Grow - Whiskey Bound lyrics

Yeah, this time feels different
She's on the phone with her best friend
Sayin' this is it and packin' all her shh
Better redownload my Uber
Heard my bar's servin' twofers
Rather drink than fight
I'ma let her say goodbye, yeah

Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again than be
Stuck on this rusty merry-go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's
Pickup she's usin' for movin' out
Hell, if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hellbent on bein' whiskey-bound

As my buzz gets deeper
Her leavin' gets sweeter keep an open tab
I'll close up on what we had
And got old Hank on touchtones
This is what he do
Screw lonesome, I could cry
I'ma celebrate tonight, yeah

Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again than be
Stuck on this rusty merry-go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's
Pickup she's usin' for movin' out
Hell, if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hellbent on bein' whiskey-bound

Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again than be
Stuck on this rusty merry-go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's
Pickup she's usin' for movin' out
Hell, if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hellbent on bein' whiskey-bound

Yeah i'm hellbent on bein' whiskey-bound