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letra de whiskey will - rick lynn, colt ford & craig campbell

[verse 1: rick lynn]
i ain’t gonna gamble away a hard week’s pay, never thought about livin’ that life
won’t start a fight with a man, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn, to sit in jail and ruin my night
some things are fun, but better undone, rather leave them up on the shelf
but it’s the tennessee mask, burpin’ in a glass, got me feelin’ like someone else

[pre-chorus: rick lynn]
like firin’ gas in a head-on crash, i’m burnin’ that midnight oil
you can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil
when i get it straight, it’s way too late, one thing i’ve learned, you can’t fight fate
there’s a line i don’t cross to catch a dream, but when i won’t, whiskey will

[chorus: rick lynn]
when i won’t, whiskey will
come on
now don’t ask me why i’ve become that guy, can’t tell ya, but i know this
there’s a devil inside and he’s ready to ride, when the bottle touches my lips

[bridge: rick lynn]
i’m a loaded gun, get ready to run, when that hunter-proof burns the tip of my tongue
’cause to me, you know, blow away with the southern wind

[pre-chorus: colt ford]
like firin’ gas in a head-on crash, i’m burnin’ that midnight oil
you can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil
when i get it straight, it’s way too late, one thing i’ve learned, you can’t fight fate
there’s a line i don’t cross to catch a dream, but when i won’t, whiskey will
[verse 2: colt ford]
now i’m a god-fearin’ good ol’ boy, raised on the bible, yes ma’am and no sir
don’t ever tell a lie, but the whiskey make you frisky, thinkin’ all my exes miss me
shoulda seen it comin’ when i started gettin’ tipsy
but, uh, too late now, bout to show em’ how i turn it up
mad slit, aw sh-t, your boy about to burn it up
run around off that brown, hotel knows the deal, i won’t, but the whiskey will

[verse 3: craig campbell]
it’s the tennessee mash, bourbon in a glass, got me feelin’ like someone else
got me talkin’ trash and drivin’ too fast, in a line straight to h-ll
like firin’ gas in a head-on crash, i’m burnin’ that midnight oil

[chorus: rick lynn]
you can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil
when i get it straight, it’s way too late, one thing i’ve learned, you can’t fight fate
there’s a line i don’t cross to catch a dream, but when i won’t, whiskey will
when i won’t, whiskey will
[outro: rick lynn]
oh, whiskey will

- rick lynn colt ford craig campbell

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