Whiskey, by Jana Kramer
Everybody down in Houston calls him “Texas”,
Everybody way up North calls him “cornbread”,
You shoulda heard the way that his momma calls him “baby”,
Daddy calls him “boy”, his friends call him “crazy”.
Shoulda just called it like I saw it,
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day,
The burning sting and the high and the heat,
And the “left-me-wantin’-more” feeling when he kissed me,
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
Warm my body to the core just like a blanket,
It tasted so sweet, then you took my breath away,
Hit me so hard like a rock through a window,
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy.
Shoulda just called it like I saw it,
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day,
The burning sting and the high and the heat,
And the “left-me-wantin’-more” feeling when he kissed me,
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
Now the numb has set in,
He’s gone like the wind,
And I can barely feel the pain.
I shoulda just called it like I saw it,
I shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day,
The burning sting and the high and the heat,
And the “left-me-wantin’-more” feeling when he kissed me,
Oh, the burning sting and the high and the heat,
And the “left-me-wantin’-more” feeling when he kissed me,
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”,
Shoulda just called him “Whiskey”,
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
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