Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary Elizabeth Hilliar
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Kent Hilliar
Songwriter
Mary Elizabeth Hilliar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mary Elizabeth Hilliar
Producer
Lyrics
You don't take me out around your friends
Your family doesn't know that I exist
Like a habit bottled up and out of sight
When things are good, I don't cross your mind
You call or come around here just enough
Just to keep me here on-call and you call that love
Watch your world begin to fall apart
And you'll reach out to me, your alcohol
You break down and lose control
Pour me out, consume my soul
Then I'm back on the bottom shelf
You get drunk on loving me
Then sober up and leave me empty
And you're off to someone else
Well if you can't get a grip on me
Then I can't be your whiskey
I don't know why I love you like I do
I know I'm just your fifth of eighty-proof
Oh and when you leave there won't be nothin' left
Just this empty bottle and the liquor on your breath
You break down and lose control
Pour me out, consume my soul
Then I'm back on the bottom shelf
You get drunk on loving me
Then sober up and leave me empty
And you're off to someone else
Well if you can't get a grip on me, yeah
Then I can't be your whiskey, man
If you can't get a grip on me boy
Then I can't be your whiskey
Writer(s): Jeffrey Hilliar
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