From the recording Whiskey Bottles and Old Guitars
Lyrics
I got a bottle of whiskey at home
Drinking it makes me feel so good
Until it makes me feel so alone
Trying to forget the memories
Unsee the things I've done and seen
I need a change of pace tonight
Some brand new scenery
So I'm going out tonight to see what all I can see
I'm going out tonight
Living it up in a neon dream
I'm gonna hit on every pretty girl I see
Gonna crank up those drinking songs
Try like hell to take one of those pretty girls home
Wake up wondering what happened to me
Still alone even with her in my bed
Pounding head, regret running all in my head
My heart's still broke and my money all spent
Wondering where all the good times went
Now I'm back home, bottle of whiskey feeling all alone
Nothing but that bottle and these old drinking songs
It's a vicious cycle you see
No love, just faded memories
It's too hard to sit here alone
With nothing but heartaches and these old drinking songs
I need a change of pace tonight
Some brand new scenery
So I'm going out tonight to see what all I can see
I'm going out tonight
Living it up in a neon dream
I'm gonna hit on every pretty girl I see
Gonna crank up those drinking songs
Try like hell to take one of those pretty girls home
Wake up wondering what happened to me
Still alone even with her in my bed
Pounding head, regret running all in my head
My heart's still broke and my money all spent
Wondering where all the good times went
Now I'm back home, bottle of whiskey feeling all alone
Nothing but that bottle and these old drinking songs
I could call you up, try to apologize
Say I didn't mean it or some other lies, but
My pride won't let me, so
I'm going out tonight
Living it up in a neon dream
I'm gonna hit on every pretty girl I see
Gonna crank up those drinking songs
Try like hell to take one of those pretty girls home
Wake up wondering what happened to me
Still alone even with her in my bed
Pounding head, regret running all in my head
My heart's still broke and my money all spent
Wondering where all the good times went
Now I'm back home, bottle of whiskey feeling all alone
Nothing but that bottle and these old drinking songs
