Eric Lee Beddingfield - Taste The Whiskey Lyrics

Taste The Whiskey
(Eric Lee Beddingfield, Tommy Stephenson)

This hustle down on Broadway
Ain't what I came here to find
What happened to those steel guitars
Crying Three Quarter time
All I Wanted was a country song
Mixed with the 90 proof
An Old jukebox in a smoke filled bar
That Drops a needle on the truth

Chorus: Playing way more Waylon on those grooved out 45's
Feel the chill of Hank Williams on that cold December night
Something that sounds as lonesome as Chiseled in Stone
Yeah I wanna taste the whiskey on an old Keith Whitley Song

These streets are paved with heartache and tears of the common man
Our heroes rode in Cadillacs and played in 5 piece bands
They came to town with the sound that made this whole world cry
Like that old Kentucky bluebird with a soul that was born to fly

Chorus 2 What I'd give to hear the Possum play that Ryman stage tonight
Or ride the tracks with the man in black
and help stomp out those footlights
Feel the pain in Haggard's voice when he sings me back home
Yeah I wanna taste the whiskey on an old Keith Whitley song


Bridge: I miss those good ol' days
I miss those good ol' songs
You don't know how good you got it
Till it's good and gone

Chorus 2"