Whiskey To Burn
Andrew Chappell
3:47Kicking on down the road With no reflection of September in my eye Pedal down to the floor, outrun the winter cold And beat it one more time Funny thing about the truth It comes in focus when you cross that county line It's too late to turn back again And I ain't running from anywhere I've been I've got a taste of my new favorite sin There ain't no turning back Repentin', I ain't slowing down, I'm all in Two weeks riding shotgun down to Mississippi, Highway 25 Caught a flat in Jackson and a junkie hobo trying to stay high I couldn't cut her loose We had to hide out back behind that county line (Down by the county line) It's too late to turn back again And I ain't running from anywhere I've been I caught a taste of my new favorite sin There ain't no turning back Repentin', I ain't slowing down I'm all in It's too late to turn back again And I ain't running from anywhere I've been I've got a taste of my new favorite sin (my new favorite sin) There ain't no turning back Repentin', I ain't slowing down I'm all in There ain't no turning back Repentin', I ain't slowing down I'm all in