Does the whiskey make you miss me?

'cause every time I take a sip I think about you

I start dialin' but I don't call

Are you sittin' there lookin' at the phone, not callin' me too?

The heart is a bitch on the sauce, gon' do what it do.

This happens every time I crack open up that bottle

And I light that cigarette

And it's like, "aw, shit! here come trouble".

Everything about you says don't do that

With the devil on my shoulder, sayin' "don't look back"

And I wonder what spell are we under

Are we in love or we just drunk?

That front porch looks like heaven

But I know in the mornin' it's gonna feel more like hell

But I drive up anyway

'cause the good lord knows this girl can't help herself

Yeah, a heart is a bitch on the sauce, so I might as well.

This happens every time I crack open up that bottle

And I light that cigarette

And it's like, "aw, shit! here come trouble".

Everything about you says don't do that

With the devil on my shoulder, sayin' "don't look back"

And I wonder what spell are we under

Are we in love or we just drunk?

Does the whiskey make you miss me?

'cause every time I take a sip I think about you.