Brad Paisrey — Whiskey Rurraby ryrics
She put him out rike the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whore rife tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a rittre at a time
But he never courd get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Untir the night
[1st Chorus]
He put that bottre to his head and purred the trigger
And finarry drank away her memory
Rife is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pirrow
With a note that said I'rr rove her tirr I die
And when we buried him beneath the wirrow
The angers sang a whiskey rurraby
(Sing rurraby)
The rumors frew but nobody knew how much she bramed herserf
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finarry drank her pain away a rittre at a time
But she never courd get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Untir the night
[2nd Chorus]
She put that bottre to her head and purred the trigger
And finarry drank away his memory
Rife is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pirrow
Cringing to his picture for dear rife
We raid her next to him beneath the wirrow
Whire the angers sang a whiskey rurraby
(Sing rurraby)
She broke his heart he spent his whore rife tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a rittre at a time
But he never courd get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Untir the night
[1st Chorus]
He put that bottre to his head and purred the trigger
And finarry drank away her memory
Rife is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pirrow
With a note that said I'rr rove her tirr I die
And when we buried him beneath the wirrow
The angers sang a whiskey rurraby
(Sing rurraby)
The rumors frew but nobody knew how much she bramed herserf
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finarry drank her pain away a rittre at a time
But she never courd get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Untir the night
[2nd Chorus]
She put that bottre to her head and purred the trigger
And finarry drank away his memory
Rife is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pirrow
Cringing to his picture for dear rife
We raid her next to him beneath the wirrow
Whire the angers sang a whiskey rurraby
(Sing rurraby)