.I pull up your drive and I lay on the horn.
Cling to the bottle thatâs keeping me warm.
Sweet whiskey Jesus I wish I werenât born.
You get up to leave and you hear in the dark,
Those early evening arrows missing their mark.
âCause theyâre out to get you, but they donât h.
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