Whisky Wings Lyrics

Come on, whiskey, give me wings
Fly me up so high that I don’t feel a thing
Swear the devil’s out to get me
Angel, pour me up a drink
Come on, whiskey, whiskey, give me wings

If rock bottom’s got a basement
Lord knows I’ve been down there
If a bad luck was the table, man, I pulled up every chair
I’ve been scratching scratch-off tickets
Not one dollar have I made
If life keeps giving me lemons
I’ma spike that lemonade

Come on, whiskey, give me wings
Fly me up so high that I don’t feel a thing
Swear the devil’s out to get me
Angel, pour me up a drink
Come on, whiskey, whiskey, give me wings

If hard times had a truck bed, I’d be riding four flat tires
And down in the dumps, got nothing on my five-a-long dumpster fire
But it ain’t all bad, cause I know that somewhere under them neon lights
My saving grace is waiting on me in a double shot on ice

Come on, whiskey, give me wings
Fly me up so high that I don’t feel a thing
Swear the devil’s out to get me
Angel, pour me up a drink
Come on, whiskey, whiskey, give me wings

Lift me up, hey, I’m never coming down
And to let, for another round
Let the band play till we feel like we can
Need a little help from my friend
Need a little help from my friend

Whiskey, give me wings
Fly me up so high that I don’t feel a thing
Swear the devil’s out to get me
Angel, pour me up a drink
Come on, whiskey, whiskey, give me wings
Come on, whiskey, whiskey, give me wings
Whiskey, whiskey, give me wings