Tennessee whiskey, help me understand
Why are cowboys this sad below a summer sky
It’s been a while, old buddy,
We’ve traveled the wasteland for some time.
Cast that icy curse, let it slide like silk down my throat
Pick me up from the dirt and, by all means,
Strip me out of my treasures
Go trade them for booze and guns
Cause I don’t want no memories
That they were there once.
Tennessee whiskey, bring the wild Ol’wolf,
Shake it out of its slumber
And have it cast out
the spirit of the law-abiding man from me.
Let us gamble now, draw our knives, and stab the sunny skies
Make it rain upon the faithful and throw mud on their plans.