Some people pray
Some people cry
Call up their mama just to hear, "It's gonna be alright"
Some people crash
Some people burn
Head outta town 'cause the town's still talkin' 'bout her
And all of that might work for a minute
But there really ain't no good way to fix it
So I put a little whiskey on it
The only kinda shot that'll kill the pain
Might hurt a little in the morning
But tonight it'll help if hear her name
Bartender keep on sendin' me that old Kentucky remedy
'Cause I can't take the truth, but I can take a memory
And put a little whiskey on it
Put a little whiskey on it
I took her number
Out of my phone
I go to places we ain't been, I take the long way home
Tried someone new
Just made it worse
Yeah, I know it's temporary but it works when
I put a little whiskey on it
The only kinda shot that'll kill the pain
Might hurt a little in the morning
But tonight it'll help if hear her name
Bartender keep on sendin' me that old Kentucky remedy
'Cause I can't take the truth, but I can take a memory
And put a little whiskey on it
Put a little whiskey on it
And put a little whiskey on it
I got some Wild Turkey, Jim Beam, Maker's Mark
Fillin' up the breaks in a broken heart
I put a little whiskey on it
The only kinda shot that'll kill the pain
Might hurt a little in the morning
But tonight it'll help if hear her name
Bartender keep on sendin' me that old Kentucky remedy
'Cause I can't take the truth, but I can take a memory
Put a little whiskey on it
Put a little whiskey on it
And put a little whiskey on it
I got some Wild Turkey, Jim Beam, Maker's Mark
Fillin' up the breaks in a broken heart