let the whiskey fall Don?t have to hop on a plane Or sail down to Montego Bay Yeah, the party?s right here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall,
bartender, let the whiskey fall Don?t have to hop on a plane Or sail down to Montego Bay The party?s right here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall
holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Let's all celebrate Last call will have to wait Hey bartender ?let the whiskey fall!? When the
Übersetzung: Whiskey Falls. Let The Whiskey Fall.
holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Let's all celebrate Last call will have to wait Hey bartender ?let the whiskey fall!? When the clock
car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. I seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest
this chain reaction You hit me like a shot of whiskey You got me walking sideways Tunnel vision feeling frisky Want to get you stuck on replay I don?t fall
rest on my shoulders My body won?t let me fall victim no more These worries are heavy, they rest on my shoulders My body won?t let me fall victim no more
: Winding paths through tables and glass First fall was new Now watch the summer pass So close to you. Too late to keep the change, Too late to pay,
yea He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea (Cypress Hill) Yea, send all, and fall back And
Every word I use Each crumpled page Strange ideas Mature with age Like leaves When autumn falls Turn gold Then they hit the ground Every time I hear The latest sound It's pure whiskey
blood at the fly on the wall My heart almost stopped, hardly there at all I broke the mirror with my fall -with my fall - fall - fall Fall - fall - fall
crucified demon on my shoulder cry loud Banging the head against the table The whiskey can no longer find it's way home In the corner of fallen fights
shoulders My pride, it won't let me Fall victim no more These worries are heavy They rest on my shoulders My pride, it won't let me Fall victim no more
lose This might be the heartache that don't stop hurting That just keeps working on me That just keeps picking on me And these might be the tears that keep on falling
got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall
shot blood at the fly on the wall My heart almost stopped, hardly there at all I broke the mirror with my fall, with my fall, fall, fall Fall, fall, fall