12/7/25, 12/11/25
[F]Whiskey thinks I’m beautiful
[Dm]a love affair has grown
[Bb]bet we had a good time
[C]wonder how I got home
keeps playing tricks on me
hiding my clothes somewhere
nothing to wear tonight
I can’t find my underwear
[chorus]
[A]lost lingerie on [C]whiskey lane
[C]lost my mind [F]lost my way
[Bb]I can’t find my [G]lingerie
lost on [A]whiskey [F]lane
| F A C A | D F G A | Bb C D F | G E F G |
became aware hid another pair of my underwear
can’t find my underwear
landmine of red plastic cups, brown stains on the carpet, empty liquor bottles, lights are still on, so thirsty, mouth is dry, flashes of memory of a room tilting, dancing, spitting off the porch, getting frisky in the hot tub, cheers, a toast, the echo of clinking glasses, bright sunlight piercing through a hole in the curtain this morning hits like a laser beam, where’s my phone? I gotta pee, how many friends did I make last night, piece together the night by looking at the timestamps on the photos in my camera roll, what’s on social media? It was a rage-er last night, a band played,
eyes are stinging my head is pounding, my head is on fire,
[chorus]
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
lost my mind lost my way
I can’t find my lingerie
on whiskey lane
12/5/25
Whiskey thinks I’m beautiful
a love affair has grown
bet we had a good time
wonder how I got home
how do I get back to
where I was last night
can’t find my underwear
nothing to wear tonight
[chorus]
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
lost my mind lost my way
I can’t find my lingerie
on whiskey lane
F C Bb C
[A]Whiskey thinks I’m [C]beautiful
a [Bb]love [C]affair has[F] grown
[A]bet we had a [C]good time
[Bb]wonder [G]how I got [F]home
[A]how do I get [C]back to
[Bb]where I [C]was last [F]night
[A]can’t find my [C]underwear
[Bb]nothing to [G]wear to[F]night
[chorus]
[A]lost lingerie on [C]whiskey lane
[Bb]lost my [D]mind [C]lost my [F]way
[A]I can’t [G]find my [C]lingerie
[Bb]lost on [G]whiskey [F]lane
12/5/25
What is it about whiskey? I have a love affair with whiskey and I will do anything he/it tells me to do. Last night, whiskey told me to take off my clothes in a strangers house, again. I know his routine by now, we’ve really gotten to know each other, me & whiskey. I trust him to ensure a good time and he never fails me. Smooth and warm early in the night and leads me to the dance floor. Spinning and tilting like I’m riding a carnival ride. Whiskey loves me. Whiskey thinks I’m beautiful and wants to have me. I buy lovely lingerie for him to take it off. Slow and smooth early in the night latter leads to foot stomping good fun. Clapping, spinning, loud fun. The band goes home, but the fun doesn’t stop because we always go to whiskey’s house late at night, but I can never remember his address because he’s always moving and at a different address every weekend.
xxxx A
xxAxx
xxxx B
xxBxx
ABA BCB CDC
Whiskey thinks I’m beautiful
a reciprocal love affair
I bet we had a good time
a carnival ride I don’t remember
how did I get back home
I guess I know the walk of shame
wish I knew a whiskey address
I’m only half dressed something’s missing
[chorus]
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
lost my mind what’s his name
I can’t ask I can’t go back
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
you successfully rhymed, but it does not pass the Gregor caveman test.
paper bracelet said nothing
but it told me everything
Wake up in yesterday’s makeup
strange house wrong side of town
paper bracelet said nothing
but it told me everything
bracelet, displacement, placement, favorite, naked
wake up wearing a paper bracelet
in a strange place
12/4/25
yeah, but verses don’t relate to whiskey?
Wake up in yesterday’s makeup
strange house wrong side of town
paper bracelet said nothing
but it told me everything
collect my shoes across the room
tuck my blouse I tip toe out
feeling I left something
I can’t ask I can’t go back
[chorus]
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
lost my mind what was his name
where’s my clothes for the walk of shame
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
Maybe just once I’d like to remember to get my lingerie before I leave?
Make the song about this, which changes the flavor of the song so it’s no longer about singing in a band. It’s still TELLING instead of showing, but I like it for what it is. Now what are the verses going to be about?
bar stamp on the back of hand
paper bracelet
walk of shame
fell into a bottle
left pieces of myself
unknown text
She awakes in an unfamiliar place. Naked, she quietly starts looking for her clothes so she can escape the humiliation of her situation. Piecing together flashes of memory, always an incomplete story. nondescript paper bracelet says nothing, yet tells everything.
Humiliation of a situation
flashes of memory incomplete story
paper bracelet says nothing
tells everything the next morning
tip toeing towards the exit
Check my phone did I text him
Not quite… going to the chorus I’m still looking for my lingerie and the story is not yet congruent. How about that feeling of buying new lingerie and how good it makes me feel (and look!) contrasted to losing it. Keeping the story more light, stick to buying the lingerie and the fact that I’m mad about losing what I just bought?
In the dressing room mirror, I dared to slip on the silky lace. It felt cool as the blush toned silk glided over my skin and then snapped into place with a wave of quiet confidence. My reflection stood a little bit taller.
No, not feeling right, too much emphasis on the lingerie. She lost her lingerie is about drinking too much. This is tough to make a light hearted song about drinking too much, so don’t be obvious about it, keep it tongue and cheek like the chorus already is. So let’s start the song with some real feel good stuff, how do you feel when your correctly buzzed?
tip toeing towards the exit
Check my phone did I text him
couch, house
12/3/25
[chorus]
Living on Whiskey Lane
lost my friends and my shame
I lost my lingerie
lost lingerie on whiskey lane
Lost track of time, lost my way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
black label friend, liquid Johnny
the newest member of the band
he’s holding my charisma
in the middle of his hand
taking a swig for one song
warm sting to the strings is what he brings
one more makes me charming
make me believe I can sing
again, pain, remain, cocaine, main, stay,
on the corner of main and vain
corner, pour, roar, store, swore, tour, tore, wore
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
[F]Your shot glass [Bb]is empty
[F]My bottle [C]has plenty
[F]Pour some more [Bb]so we can play
[C]Another round of [F]whiskey lane
WHAT else can I say about drinking whiskey? make it related to the chorus, this is not a storybook, make more abbreviated story but keep the bridge. WAIT! move bridge to chorus! UN-water down the chorus.
CHANGING the chorus now changed the song.
double walled glass keeps my hand warm while one large ice cube chills without being watered down. WHAT about relationships? human elements? It starts out as only one. It always starts that way but never ends that way. There’s always a second. Then the bottle is gone. If I have one, I’m having a bottle. So buy the smaller bottle is a tactic to not die. A warm sting is what it brings. Add the juice with a smoky orange and a cherry on top, but then you’d call me old fashioned.
She’s my girl. infatuation. All consuming in the early stages of a relationship.
Playing means music, so what about the relationship with the band? Brothers. Sisters. Family. You don’t know them at first, so whiskey helps get to know them real fast real well. It’s not them, it’s me, when I’m drinking it makes me more talkative, more communicative and more revealing and open about myself allows other people to relax and be more open about themselves. It makes me a magnet, a magnetic person. I’m so charming they can’t resist me.
black label friend, liquid Johnny
the newest member of the band
he’s holding my charisma
in the palm of his hand
Sitting in for one song
warm sting to the strings is what he brings
one more makes me charming
make me believe I can sing
Lost track of time, lost my way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
Now I see it’s bad for me
in the way of sobriety
packing away my hate & blame
I’m leaving whiskey lane
[chorus]
Revised 11/24/25, 12/3/25
[F]My shot glass [Bb]is empty
[F]Your bottle [C]has plenty
[F]Pour some more [Bb]so we can play
[C]Another round of [F]whiskey lane
[chorus]
Whiskey [G]lane
place to stay
whiskey [G]lane
night or day
whiskey [G]lane
Cheers! A[A]gain!
[G]living on [F]whis[E]key [Em]lane
don’t ask me to explain
white lies that remain
believing keeps me sane
heard it all on whiskey lane
[bridge]
[E]Lost track of [A]time, [E]lost my [A]way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost my lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
[chorus]
Now I see it’s bad for me
in the way of sobriety
packing away my hate & blame
I’m leaving whiskey lane
[chorus]
Song History
First serious attempt at writing a song. Help with chords from Ralph Roddenbery. Also recorded by Gin Joint Rascals.
I hate to love you.
Original recording by Gin Joint Rascals
Intro
[E]
My [A]glass is em[Em]pty
[G]Pour me [A]more whis[Em]key
Another [A]round, then we [Em]play
I am [G]living [A]on whiskey [Em]lane
A brand new [A]place to enter[Em]tain
no com[G]po[A]osure to main[Em]tain
free to [A]live without re[Em]straint
I am [G]living [A]on whiskey [Em]lane
[chorus]
Whiskey [G]lane
is where I face my [Em]day
whiskey [G]lane
is where I [D]bury my [Em]pain
whiskey [G]lane
Cheers! A[A]gain!
I am[G] living on [F]whis[E]key [Em]lane
No one asks me to explain
white lies are all that remain
those lies keep me sane
I heard it all on whiskey lane
[bridge]
[E]Lost track of [A]time, [E]lost my [A]way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost my lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
[chorus]
Starting to think you’re no good for me
standing in the way of sobriety
I’m packing away my hate & blame
I’m leaving whiskey lane
[chorus]
edit: change vodka to whiskey
I get up in the morning, I drink vodka. I have lunch, I drink vodka. I have dinner, I drink twice the vodka. In the morning it burns, but by the evening it’s my best friend. It gives me bravery to face my shitty ass day, my shitty ass life. I know what I get when I drink vodka, unlike other aspects of life. I like knowing what I’m getting, until I get it. It started as a crutch to break the ice. Gets all things lubricated, my mind, my body. I like being lubricated and intoxicated because I can slide through life without getting wet. I can always count on going to vodka lane, so much that I moved there. I live on vodka lane.
I don’t have to go far to find my friend on vodka lane. I can find anything on vodka lane, except sobriety. I have to exhaust all means of living on vodka lane before I find the 1 thing that makes me move from vodka lane, sobriety. I always lose things on Vodka Lane. Lost nights, thanks vodka lane. Lost job, thanks vodka lane. Lost friends, thanks vodka lane. You lied to me and told me I was the most likable, the most beautiful, the most wanted. Well, I AM, but only on Vodka Lane.
I love you until you betray me. Then I love you more.
I’m starting to think we’re not good for each other.
[edit: if song is about vodka LANE, more emphasis on the physicality of WHERE? -> Lane. ]
I can always go to vodka lane. I live on Vodka Lane. There is no sobriety on Vodka Lane.
A place I go to feel… or not feel?
[edit: now write a place you really love, then later draw similarities and differences between it and Vodka Lane.]
Places I Love
Beach. Tropical. Home. Field of flowers. Sunshine. Campfire music. Creating art. Organizing and creating a plan.
Art & Music: Allowed to be my most authentic self, creating whatever without a care of who likes it and who doesn’t. Thinking through a plan of color and design with creative problem solving the happy little accidents that come my way. Thinking about a plan distracts me from thinking about anything else, easy to not think about what I don’t want to think about. Laser focus to get things done. Accomplished. [what can I accomplish by drinking?]
Always producing. Like to get things done, multitask. Like when at the beach, I’m not just sitting on the beach. I’m reading, studying, drawing in the sand, sandcastles, body surfing in the surf, people watching, collecting shells, walking and exploring, listening to music, chatting with friends and family.
vodka, don’t cha,
All my favorite places
fill me with love and play
no place I love more
than going to vodka lane
The morning, it burns
by evening is a best friend
my lubricated life
is heaven sent
I love you
my slippery whore (placeholder?)
until you betray me
then I love you more
Lane, shame, hate, blame, late, pain, decay, play, ache,
v1
I packed my bags and leaving town
moving in with my best friend Slane
gonna have a real good time
I’m moving to whiskey lane
The morning she burns, by evening I love her
fills me up and lubricated
most likable, most beautiful
only on whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I live on whiskey lane
Lost track of time, lost my job
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost my way
lost it all on whiskey lane
solo
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I live on whiskey lane
bridge
starting to think you’re no good for me
standing in the way of sobriety
you filled my self with hate & blame
I’m moving off whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I’m leaving you, whiskey lane
I’m leaving you, whiskey lane.
complain, insane, rain, abstain, cocaine, profane, refrain, migraine, methane, candy cane, entertain, mary jane, humane, explain, mundane, contain, remain, maintain
v2.
Packing my bags and moving away
leaving my old friend, mary jane
getting help from my new friend Slane
I’m moving to whiskey lane
A new place to entertain
no composure to maintain
free to live without refrain
I live on whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I live on whiskey lane
[solo]
No one asks me to explain
white lies are all that remain
“most likable”, “most beautiful” (“and you can dance!”)
I heard it on whiskey lane
Lost track of time, lost my way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost my lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I live on whiskey lane
[bridge]
Starting to think you’re no good for me
standing in the way of sobriety
I’m packing up my hate & blame
I’m moving off whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I bury my pain
whiskey lane is where I cry and play
I’m leaving you, whiskey lane
[tag]
v3
Packing my bags and moving away
leaving my old friend, Mary Jane
getting new help from a bottle Slane
I’m moving to whiskey lane
A new place to entertain
no composure to maintain
I’m free to live without refrain
I’m living on whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I laugh and play
whiskey lane is where it never rains
I’m living on whiskey lane
[solo]
No one asks me to explain
little white lies are all that remain
“most likable”, “and beautiful” (“you can dance!”)
I heard it all on whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I laugh and play
whiskey lane is where it never rains
I’m living on whiskey lane
[Bridge]
Lost track of time, lost my way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
Starting to think you’re no good for me
standing in the way of sobriety
I’m packing up my hate & blame
I’m moving off whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I laugh and play
whiskey lane is where it never rains
I’m leaving you, whiskey lane
[tag]
This is called monorhyme and you did it on every verse. A type of hit-you-over-the-head with it. Concentrate on rhyming only within the line, and when you want to emphasize a point.
Best advice from the Internet: You’ll grow out of it.
V4 10/31/23
[chorus]
Pour a shot to start my day
My whiskey bottle is empty
Drunk as a skunk whiskey lane
again, pain, complain, champagne
Packed my bags and moved yesterday
Day
getting new help from a bottle Slane
I’m moving to whiskey lane
Whiskey lane is where I face my day
whiskey lane is where I laugh and play
my whiskey bottle is empty
Drunk as a skunk on whiskey lane
11/1/23
Pour me a shot of your whiskay ‘cause my bottle is emptay
Another round before we play, Living on whiskey lane
Left my lover yesterday, found new love I can’t abstain
Packed my bags moving in today, Living on whiskey lane
[chorus]
Whiskey Lane
face my day
Whiskey Lane
sing and play
Whiskey Lane
Cheers again
Whiskey Lane
Living on
whiskey lane
A new place to entertain no composure to maintain
free to live without restraint Living on whiskey lane
Don’t ask me to explain Voices I hear in my brain
Little white lies keep me sane Living on whiskey lane
[chorus]
[Bridge]
Lost track of time, lost my way, lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie [break], lost it all on whiskey lane
(solo over chorus)
Starting to think you’re no good for me preventing sobriety
packing away my hate & blame I’m leaving whiskey lane
Whiskey lane
I am leaving..
Whiskey lane
I am leaving…
Whiskey lane
I am leaving you Whiskey Lane.
11/13/23
A shot of whiskey, bottle is empty
Another round be-, fore we play
lost love yesterday, no way to abstain
moving in today, living on whiskey lane
Whiskey Lane
face my day
Whiskey Lane
sing and play
Whiskey Lane
Cheers again
Whiskey Lane
Living on
whiskey lane
A place to entertain no composure to maintain
I am living, without restraint
Voices in my brain, please don’t explain
white lies keep me sane, living on whiskey lane
[chorus]
[Bridge]
Lost track of time, lost my way, lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie [break], lost it all on whiskey lane
(solo over chorus)
You are no good for me, blocking sobriety
packing away my, hate & blame
Whiskey lane
I am leaving..
Whiskey lane
I am leaving…
Whiskey lane
I am leaving
Leaving you Whiskey Lane
11/15/23
[C]Glass of whiskey, [G]bottle is empty
[C]Another round be-, [G]fore [B]we [C]play
[C]lost love yesterday, [G]new love can’t abstain
[C]moving in today, [G]living on [B]whiskey [C]lane
[Chorus]
[G]Whis[G]key [G]Lane
[F]face [D]my [F]day
[B]Whis[B]key [G]Lane
[D]sing [E]and [D]play
[G]Whis[G]key [B]Lane
[F]Cheers [D]a[F]gain
[B]Whis[B]key [G]Lane
[D]Liv[E]ing [D]on
[G]whis[B]key [C]lane
[C]New place to entertain [G]no composure to maintain
[C]I’m free to live, [G]with[B]out re[C]straint
[C]Please don’t explain [G]voices in my brain
[C]white lies keep me sane, [G]living on [B]whiskey [C]lane
[chorus]
[Bridge]
[G]Lost track of [B]time, [G]lost my [E]way, [G]lost my [B]friends, [G]lost my [E]shame
[G]lost my [B]mind, [G]lost [C]lin[E]ge[G]rie…, [G]lost it all [D]on [G]whis[B]key [C]lane
[G]Whis[G]key [G]Lane
[F]
[B]Whis[B]key [G]Lane
[D]
[G]Whis[G]key [B]Lane
[F]
[B]Whis[B]key [G]Lane
[D]
[G]whis[B]key [C]lane
[C]You are no good for me, I’m [G]leaving this property
[C]Searching for my [G]so[B]brie[C]ty
[C]Packing away [B]my hate & blame
[C]I am leaving, [G]Whis[B]key [C]Lane
[G]Whis[G]key [G]Lane
[F]I am leaving..
[B]Whis[B]key [G]Lane
[D]I am leaving…
[G]Whis[G]key [B]Lane
[F]leaving you
[G]Whis[B]key [C]Lane
11/26/23
116 bpm 8 beats
[E]Lost love yesterday, [F#]new love I can’t abstain
[A]Moving in today, [C#]living on whiskey lane
My glass is empty, pour more whiskey
A round then we play, living on whiskey lane
[chorus 1]
[C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane, [C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane
[F#]face my day
[C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane, [C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane
[C#]sing and play
[C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane, [C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane
[E]Cheers again
[C#][C#][C#]Whiskey Lane
[A]living on
[A]whis[C#]key [D]lane
[]New place to entertain []no composure to maintain
[] live without re[]straint
[]don’t explain []voices in my brain
[]white lies keep me sane, whiskey lane
[chorus 1]
[Bridge]
Lost track of time, lost my way, lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie [break], lost it all on whiskey lane
[chorus 2]
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane, [A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
You are no good for me
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane, [A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
blocking sobriety
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane, [A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
packing away my hate & blame
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane, [A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
leaving you
whiskey lane
11/27/23
116 bpm 8 beats, upbeat
[A]Lost love yesterday, [D]new love I can’t abstain
[E]Moving in today, [D]living on [A]Whis[C#]key [E]La[D]ne
My glass is empty, pour more whiskey
A round then we play, living on whiskey lane
[chorus 1]
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[F#]face my day
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[D]sing and play
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[E]Cheers again
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[D]living on
[A]Whis[C#]key [E]La[D]ne
New place to entertain no composure to maintain
live without restraint
Please don’t explain, voices in my brain
white lies keep me sane, living on whiskey lane
[chorus 1]
[Bridge]
Lost my job, lost my way, lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie [break], lost it all on whiskey lane
[chorus 2]
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
You are no good for me
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
blocking sobriety
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
packing away my hate & blame
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
leaving you
whiskey lane
11/28/23
116 bpm 8 beats, upbeat, new drum backing track, guitar/keyboard triads, violin chords
You can’t just keep cramming a phrase in the 4th chord, stop lyrics on 3rd chord (don’t water down your hook)
[A]Left my lover yesterday [D]found new love I can’t abstain
[E]I’m moving… [D]today
[A]My glass is empty [D]pour me more whiskey
[E]one more… then we [D]play
[chorus 1]
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[A]Facing my day
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[D]sing and play
[A][A][A]Whiskey Lane
[E]Cheers again
[D]Whiskey Lane
A new place to entertain, no composure to maintain
I’m without… restraint
Please try to explain, the voices in my brain
These lies.. are insane
[chorus 1]
[Bridge]
[A]Lost my job, lost my way, [A]lost my friends, lost my shame
[A]lost my mind, lost lingerie…
[A]lost it all on Whiskey Lane
where’s my sobriety? I’ve not seen it lately
I’m leaving… this property
I’m packing away my hate & blame
I’m leaving whiskey lane
[chorus 2]
Whiskey Lane
[A]I am leaving….
Whiskey Lane
[D]I am leaving….
Whiskey Lane
[E]leaving
Whiskey Lane
12/11/23
Songwriters group 12/4/23, confused by the first 1-2 lines, so changed 1 word.
Move away from Blondie production, back to a girl and 1 bass
[A] [E] [G] [E]
My glass is empty, pour more whiskey
one more… then we play
Left my HOME yesterday, found new love I can’t abstain
I’m moving…in today
[chorus]
[E] [A] [D] [E]
Facing my day
on Whiskey Lane
singing and playing
on Whiskey Lane
Cheers again
on Whiskey Lane
I’m living on…
Whiskey Lane
A new place to entertain, no composure to maintain
I’m living… without restraint
Please do not explain, the voices in my brain
These lies.. are insane
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Lost my job, lost my way, lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost lingerie…
lost it all on Whiskey Lane
where’s my sobriety? Packing away my hate & blame
I’m leaving… this proper-tay
[Chorus]
05/10/24
NOW go learn the guitar. Also add the original from Ralph via an image so I can remember the original from Ralph. Rework the song with a guitar and Ralph’s original chords. Update lyrics according to advice from Nashville songwriters group.
Intro
[E]
My [A]glass is em[Em]pty
[G]Pour me [A]more whis[Em]key
Another [A]round, then we [Em]play
I am [G]living [A]on whiskey [Em]lane
A brand new [A]place to enter[Em]tain
no com[G]po[A]osure to main[Em]tain
free to [A]live without re[Em]straint
I am [G]living [A]on whiskey [Em]lane
[chorus]
Whiskey [G]lane
is where I face my [Em]day
whiskey [G]lane
is where I [D]bury my [Em]pain
whiskey [G]lane
Cheers! A[A]gain!
I am[G] living on [F]whis[E]key [Em]lane
No one asks me to explain
white lies are all that remain
“most likable”, “most beautiful” (“and you can dance!”)
I heard it all on whiskey lane
[bridge]
Lost track of time, lost my way
lost my friends, lost my shame
lost my mind, lost my lingerie
lost it all on whiskey lane
[chorus]
Starting to think you’re no good for me
standing in the way of sobriety
I’m packing up my hate & blame
I’m moving off whiskey lane
[chorus]
I didn’t see you coming. Now you’re on top of me, drowning me in my own love.
Amber lover leave me alone.
Mixer Elixer.
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