Whiskey don't talk back - Breaking Rust.mp3

Whiskey don't talk back - Breaking Rust.mp3
[00:00.000] 作词 : Aubierre...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Aubierre Rivaldo Taylor
[00:00.047] 作曲 : Aubierre Rivaldo Taylor
[00:00.094]Got a porch full of memories, but the chairs all sit alone
[00:12.399]Used to be a fire in this house, now it's just creaks in the bones
[00:21.321]Friends rode off like horses, chasing their own wind
[00:28.524]I'm stuck with my shadow, and it don't speak much again
[00:38.553]The older I get, the quieter the night
[00:45.022]The folks stop calling, and the phone quits its fight
[00:51.435]I pour another glass (ooh), stare at what I like (ooh)
[00:58.107]Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back
[01:04.514]I wore Outlaw on my jacket, thought freedom was a pride
[01:11.661]Never knew that empty rooms were the toll I'd pay with time
[01:17.850]And when it came like summer storms, hopped in, gone by dawn
[01:24.058]Now the beer's a cold reminder of the roads I walked alone, mm-hm
[01:31.614]The older I get, mm-hm (ah-ah)
[01:34.533]The quieter the night (ah-ah)
[01:37.692]Folks stop calling (ah-ah)
[01:40.893]Mm, and the phone quits its fight
[01:44.228]I pour another glass (ah-ah)
[01:47.379]Stare at what I like (ah-ah)
[01:50.603]Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back, mm
[01:58.051]I ain't begging for pity, just telling it straight (ah-ah)
[02:04.110]You had run enough, son said, "You'd end up chasing your fate"
[02:10.535]Ain't no glory in the silence, mm, when the jukebox dies
[02:16.999]Just a man and his past, and the truth he can't deny
[02:25.639]The older I get, mm-hm
[02:28.802]The quieter the night, mm-hm
[02:31.925]Folks stop calling, mm-hm
[02:36.215]And the phone quits its fight
[02:38.469]I pour another glass (mm-hm)
[02:41.695]Stare at what I like (mm-hm)
[02:44.717]Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back (mm)
[02:55.020]So here's to the lonely riders who thought they'd never fold
[03:01.800]You don't feel the weight of freedom 'til your boots get old, ah
[03:08.055]I raise this glass to the darkness, let the memories fade to black
[03:14.377]The night don't owe me nothing, and whiskey don't talk back
[03:24.889]Ah-ah, ah-ah
[03:30.538]And whiskey, ah-ah, ah-ah
[03:36.921]Don't talk back, mm-hm, mm
[03:42.749]Mm-hm, mm, mm-hm, mm
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