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Porter Martin - For The Whiskey Lyrics



Porter Martin - For The Whiskey Lyrics
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I was stomping on a stage in a T-Town bar
She was dishing out cash for the cover charge
How was I to know that I'd be singing to the mama of my two pretty little girls
Two weeks later in Guitar Town
She was giving me the run around
Cause she knew what she'd be getting with a wild-eyed Waylon
But she knew I wasn't backing down
They say you are who you hang around with
She knew all of my rowdy friends
Like Jack and Jim and Seagram's Gin and Johnny Walker
Maybe the devil was sleeping that night
She could've left me hanging out there to dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
We were breaking our backs barely making ends meet
Putting supper on the table and boots on our feet
A little gas in my tank so I could make it to my writes on Music Row
But one drink forward was two drinks back
To one half dozen and another six pack
It didn't take too long for me to come back home with all my buddies up on the shelf
They say you are who you hang around with
She knew all of my rowdy friends
Like Jack and Jim, and Seagram's Gin and Johnny Walker
Maybe the devil was sleeping that night
She could've left me hanging out there to dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
They say you are who you hang around with
She knows all of my new found friends
Like Paul and James, and Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John
The devil can go on to hell that's right
Cause I got a love that's never gonna run dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
Thank God there's a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
I could've left her for whiskey
I could've left her for whiskey
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I was stomping on a stage in a T-Town bar
She was dishing out cash for the cover charge
How was I to know that I'd be singing to the mama of my two pretty little girls
Two weeks later in Guitar Town
She was giving me the run around
Cause she knew what she'd be getting with a wild-eyed Waylon
But she knew I wasn't backing down
They say you are who you hang around with
She knew all of my rowdy friends
Like Jack and Jim and Seagram's Gin and Johnny Walker
Maybe the devil was sleeping that night
She could've left me hanging out there to dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
We were breaking our backs barely making ends meet
Putting supper on the table and boots on our feet
A little gas in my tank so I could make it to my writes on Music Row
But one drink forward was two drinks back
To one half dozen and another six pack
It didn't take too long for me to come back home with all my buddies up on the shelf
They say you are who you hang around with
She knew all of my rowdy friends
Like Jack and Jim, and Seagram's Gin and Johnny Walker
Maybe the devil was sleeping that night
She could've left me hanging out there to dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
They say you are who you hang around with
She knows all of my new found friends
Like Paul and James, and Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John
The devil can go on to hell that's right
Cause I got a love that's never gonna run dry
Thank God she saw a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
Thank God there's a little bit of Hank
And a whole lot of Jesus in me
She could've left me for whiskey
I could've left her for whiskey
I could've left her for whiskey
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Writer: Stephen Padilla, Bruce Wallace
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Porter Martin - For The Whiskey Video
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Performed By: Porter Martin
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Stephen Padilla, Bruce Wallace

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