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Well I like the taste of Whiskey, but today it was just a disguise. The reason I’ve been drinking, Is because she said goodbye. She turned away from me and she walked right straight to him. So I called up my 3 amigos Johnny, Jack and Jim. Chorus Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink Bud, Miller or Coors light, I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right. So I got in my truck and headed for the creek Pulled out my pole and I started a streak 15 bass and a couple of brim Then I started thinking about her and him Her in his arms in the back of the truck I started damning all of my luck Walked to the yeti and popped open the top Nothing in there that would make it stop Drove to the house and opened the door Those three bottles where there on the floor. Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right. Woke up in the morning with the light creeping in Sitting in the chair right where I had been Phone started ringing; my head was pitching a fit Recognized the number, so I answered it She said she was sorry and that she had been wrong She started crying, saying she wasn’t strong I’d heard enough, I was trying to mend I told her no, goodbye, so I pressed end Sat back down, phone ringing again Decided to spend some more time with my men Reached on down picked em up off the floor One more time I wouldn’t need her no more Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
Johnny, Jack and Jim
Well I like the taste of Whiskey, but today it was just a disguise. The reason I’ve been drinking, Is because she said goodbye. She turned away from me and she walked right straight to him. So I called up my 3 amigos Johnny, Jack and Jim. Chorus Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink Bud, Miller or Coors light, I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right. So I got in my truck and headed for the creek Pulled out my pole and I started a streak 15 bass and a couple of brim Then I started thinking about her and him Her in his arms in the back of the truck I started damning all of my luck Walked to the yeti and popped open the top Nothing in there that would make it stop Drove to the house and opened the door Those three bottles where there on the floor. Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right. Woke up in the morning with the light creeping in Sitting in the chair right where I had been Phone started ringing; my head was pitching a fit Recognized the number, so I answered it She said she was sorry and that she had been wrong She started crying, saying she wasn’t strong I’d heard enough, I was trying to mend I told her no, goodbye, so I pressed end Sat back down, phone ringing again Decided to spend some more time with my men Reached on down picked em up off the floor One more time I wouldn’t need her no more Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam, Whenever I need them, they’re here for me, They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears, And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers. So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.
I originally wrote this song in 1998 with my buddy David Waters, and I dug it back out and added some lyrics and made it into a HickHop genre
jed-johnson
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
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