Most of the day I keep her far away
Then some little something will start that ol' replay
And I don't pull out her best pictures
I don't ever say her name
But I can't stop it when the bottle's low
Late at night, all alone

When I'm way down in my whiskey
My mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

You can move out of the house
You can sell that ol' Mustang
Sleep on the wrong side of the bed
The dreams are all the same
You can tell your heart to let her go
There's parts that still remain
It'll never all just disappear
I know she'll be there, drivin' me insane

When I'm way down in my whiskey
My mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

Oh, I can't let her go
When the bottle's low
She'll be there I know

When I'm way down in my whiskey
My mind is all unwound
When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

When I'm way down in my whiskey
That's when she comes around

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Writer(s): Alan Jackson