They Make Whiskey
Chris Bandi Lyrics

V1
They make cell phones to call your friends
to pick you up at a half past ten
An half ton trucks to get you on down the road
And they make Texaco’s for stopping at
to get yourself a brand-new pack
of them cigarettes, she hated that you smoked
Chorus
And they make little bars on the edge of town
For getting lost for getting found And hanging round for more than a round or two
They make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs
So, you can act like you’ve moved on
Neon signs to shine that neon blue
An it just hit me,
that they make whiskey,
to get me over you
V2
And they make diamond rings for getting tossed
and front porch steps for stepping off
and hatch back Hondas to hold an old suitcase.
They make taillights to disappear,
while you’re standing there in the review mirror,
with a memory that time just can’t erase.
Chorus
And they make little bars on the edge of town
For getting lost for getting found
And hanging round for more than a round or two
They make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs
So, you can act like you’ve moved on
Neon signs to shine that neon blue
An it just hit me,
that they make whiskey,
to get me over you
Chorus
And they make little bars on the edge of town
For getting lost for getting found
And hanging round for more than a round or two
They make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs
So, you can act like you’ve moved on
Neon signs to shine that neon blue
An it just hit me,
that they make whiskey,
to get me over you
cause I ain’t over you