HARRING - Whiskey & Memories Lyrics

I was raised on a porch swing sippin' lemonade,
In an old house on a dirt road, miles away.
Mama's voice was like a honey-sweet serenade,
And Daddy's old guitar, he'd always play.
Sunday morning churches and front porch swings,
Singin' songs about love and better days.
In the stillness of a summer night, the crickets sing,
Old whiskey and memories, they never fade.
These old boots have walked a thousand miles,
Through the heartaches and the laughter, the tears and the smiles.
With each strum of my guitar, I tell my truths,
These southern roots run deep, this heartfelt song is proof.
I was raised on a porch swing sippin' lemonade,
In an old house on a dirt road, miles away.
Mama's voice was like a honey-sweet serenade,
And Daddy's old guitar, he'd always play.
Sunday morning churches and front porch swings,
Singin' songs about love and better days.
In the stillness of a summer night, the crickets sing,
Old whiskey and memories, they never fade.
Old whiskey and memories, they never fade.