Whiskey Talks

[Verse 1]
He leans on the bar like it’s all that he’s got,
Boots full of miles and a soul full of rot.
Eyes like a storm that forgot how to rain,
Voice low and gravelled, soaked in old pain.
He said, "Son, don’t ask what I did back then,
Some ghosts ride quiet, some ride again."
He lifted his glass with a shakin’ hand,
And whispered, "This bottle still understands."
[Chorus]
'Cause whiskey talks when no one will,
Tells the truth with a bitter chill.
It don’t judge and it don’t lie,
It just burns slow while the years go by.
So pour one more for the things I’ve lost—
Sometimes silence has a cost…
and whiskey talks.
[Verse 2]
He spoke of a woman with fire in her hair,
Left him one night with a cold, empty stare.
Said, "Love’s a loaded gun with a gold-plated grip—
By the time it clicks, you're already hit."
The jukebox hummed a tune long gone,
While his memories danced like ghosts to the song.
He laughed once soft, like a man set free,
Then stared through the glass like it might set him be.
[Chorus]
'Cause whiskey talks when no one will,
Tells the truth with a bitter chill.
It don’t judge and it don’t lie,
It just burns slow while the years go by.
So pour one more for the things I’ve lost—
Sometimes silence has a cost…
and whiskey talks.
[Bridge]
He said, "If I had a chance to go back in time,
I’d change nothin’ but the rhythm and rhyme.
Some stories ain’t meant to end clean,
They're carved in dust and kerosene."
[Final Chorus]
Now whiskey talks, and I sit still,
Drinkin’ down dreams I can’t refill.
It don’t judge and it don’t lie,
But it’ll haunt you when it says goodbye.
Yeah, I raise my glass to the men I was—
To the hurt, the fire, the fatal flaws…
and let whiskey talk.

Western Country Rock, Ballad, harmonika