Whisky Smell By. Dewaine

She left her boots by the bedroom door,
Like she might come back someday.
Her picture’s still hanging on the wall,
But she took my heart away.
I’ve tried burning every photograph,
Tried drinking her out of my head,
But every time I close my eyes,
I’m right back there instead.

She had a way of holding on
Without ever holding tight,
And I swear I still feel her
When the moon hits just right.

It’s that whisky smell on an old leather coat,
Her perfume on my pillow, her name in my throat.
I can change these sheets, I can move out of town,
But I can’t find a way to put her memory down.
She’s gone like smoke through a screen door,
But somehow she’s still walking through mine.
Yeah, I can lose myself in a bottle all night,
But I can’t lose her from my mind.
It’s that whisky smell,
And her goodbye.

She loved that old bar on the edge of town,
Where the neon flickered red.
She'd steal my jacket when the night got cold
And lay her head on my chest.
We were young enough to call it forever,
Dumb enough to believe it was true.
Now every road I take keeps leading
Somewhere back to you.

I’ve kissed a few strangers since she left,
But they never felt the same.
They don't laugh like she did,
They don't curse my name.

It’s that whisky smell on an old leather coat,
Her perfume on my pillow, her name in my throat.
I can change these sheets, I can move out of town,
But I can’t find a way to put her memory down.
She’s gone like smoke through a screen door,
But somehow she’s still walking through mine.
Yeah, I can lose myself in a bottle all night,
But I can’t lose her from my mind.
It’s that whisky smell,
And her goodbye.

Maybe one day I’ll wake up
And she won't be the first thing I see.
Maybe I'll hear our song on the radio
And it won't bring her back to me.
But tonight there's an empty chair,
And her ghost is standing there,
And I'm still holding on
To something that ain't there.

It’s that whisky smell on an old leather coat,
Her lipstick on a glass and a crack in my soul.
I can swear I'm moving on, I can tell myself I am,
But one little memory brings me back again.
She’s gone like smoke through a screen door,
But I'm still waiting on that porch light.
Yeah, I could drink this whole damn town dry,
But I couldn't drink her out of my mind.
It’s that whisky smell,
That midnight kiss,
That girl I can't let go of—
And the life I still miss.

So pour me one more, bartender,
Make it burn going down.
'Cause the only thing stronger than this whisky tonight
Is the way she still haunts this town.