Capo 1st Fret [Intro]                                           [Verse 1] All the folks down in Lynchburg Tennessee Been working hard for good ol’ boys like me I don’t wanna be the one to tell ’em That stuff that they’ve been selling Ain’t working like it should But I damn sure wish it would [Chorus] Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory I’ve gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me        Is how your memory drowns the whiskey [Verse 2] Maybe it’s the bar or the stool I’m on Maybe it’s the band and the sad old song That keeps me buying rounds That keeps me turning down Any girl that wants to dance And you ain’t giving them a chance [Chorus] Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory I’ve gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me        Is how your memory drowns the whiskey                     [Bridge] Girl I’m living proof that 80 proof Ain’t got a shot at touching you [Chorus] But whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory I’ve gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me Is whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory I’ve gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me        Is how your memory drowns the whiskey Yeah the thing that really gets me       Is how your memory drowns the whiskey                [Outro] All the folks down in Lynchburg Tennessee Been working hard for good ol’ boys like me

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À propos de la chanson

Dans cette chanson, l'artiste évoque la difficulté de surmonter un chagrin d'amour. Alors qu'il se réfugie dans l'alcool, espérant que le whiskey puisse effacer ses souvenirs douloureux, il réalise que ces souvenirs sont plus puissants que l'alcool. L'escapade dans un bar, entouré de musique triste, ne fait qu'accentuer son malaise, l'amenant à refuser des rencontres qui pourraient le distraire. Au lieu d'oublier, les souvenirs de celle qu'il a perdue continuent de le hanter, rendant la bouteille inefficace. C'est un récit de lutte entre le passé et le présent, où le besoin d'échapper à la douleur se heurte à la réalité des souvenirs tenaces.