Bethel Steele - Whiskey

Whiskey



I’ve been meaning to write to you

I’ve been meaning to call

I’ve been meaning to reach out my hand

But every time I do I fall



‘Cause every time

I think about you

I reach for the whiskey



I never cared much for Jack Daniels*

No, not until I met the likes of you

A little ginger brew, whiskey and honey

It’s warming me up, it’s getting me through



‘Cause every time

I think about you

I reach for the whiskey



And my living room

Is plastered with

Half written letters

And bottles to spin



‘Cause every time

I think about you

I reach for the whiskey

For the whiskey

I reach for the whiskey

For the whiskey