Met her on a Monday, left me by Friday,
Wore her goodbye like a pearl in the highway.
She took the dog, left the debt,
And a lipstick kiss on a cigarette.

Friends said, "Son, you’ll bounce right back,"
But I hit that bar like a heart attack.
Three chords later and four shots in,
I wrote her name on my skin again.

Whiskey, wounds, and wedding rings,
That’s what country heartache brings.
You lose your girl, your voice, your pride –
But the jukebox still takes quarters right.
It ain’t love if it don’t sting –
Whiskey, wounds and wedding rings.


Now I sleep in a twin bed meant for sin,
The kind that creaks when ghosts crawl in.
My vows are kept in a liquor store,
And I say "I do" to one more pour.

She’s gone with the wind, and I toast the breeze,
My soul’s half-broke, but it’s mostly free.
I’d trade my songs for one more night,
But she’s dancing with some suit in neon light.

Whiskey, wounds, and wedding rings,
That’s the tune my memory sings.
You can’t fix a heart with silver strings –
But damn if I don’t try these things.

One last dance in an empty room,
To the clink of glass and love’s perfume.