I prefer mine with lime but orange will do just fine lol. I have shared this song before and I am sharing it again. I just love Gary Allan, so many of his songs just resonate with me. I am so appropriately sharing another version of this soulful song about loss on this day that I mourn the loss of my father earlier this year, my parents would have celebrated 51 years of marriage today. Thinking how ironic that this is the song. It gives me a smile just imagining seeing dad and hearing his voice say “Ain’t is not a word”. Enjoy!
I stood there in the middle of the church of the broken people.
Listened to the walking wounded tell their stories.
My turn came I told ’em my name. I said this ain’t my first time.
Then a man started talking how the devil and the bottle was ruining my life.
With last night on my breath
I stood up and said
It ain’t the whiskey.
It ain’t the cigarettes.
It ain’t the stuff I smoke.
It’s all these things I can’t forget.
It ain’t the hard times.
It ain’t the all nights.
It ain’t that easy,
It ain’t the whiskey
That’s killin’ me.
So what do you got for this empty spot inside of me?
The deep dark hole where love used to be.
Before she ripped it out and ran into the arms of someone else.
Y’all sit in this room and you talk like you got some kind of remedy.
Well I hear what you’re telling me,
But I’ve got all the proof I need.
It ain’t the whiskey.
It ain’t the cigarettes.
It ain’t the stuff I smoke.
It’s all these things I can’t forget.
It ain’t the hard times.
It ain’t the all nights.
Oh it ain’t that easy,
‘Cause it ain’t the whiskey
That’s killin’ me.
I’ve done everything to drown this hurt inside,
But I can’t wash you off of my mind.
It ain’t the whiskey.
It ain’t the cigarettes.
It ain’t the stuff I smoke.
It’s all these things I can’t forget,
It ain’t the hard times.
It ain’t the all nights.
It ain’t that easy,
‘Cause it ain’t the whiskey
That’s killin’ me.
It ain’t the whiskey
That’s killin’ me.