Jack Daniels, black labelEmpty dinning room tableHere we go againAnother last resort, so help me JesusThe silence, so quietIt's filling my mind with everything we were that wasn'tOnce again, I fall to piecesI gave up on a shooting starIt'd have to fall down way too farTo fix this kinda feeling that I'm feelingI tried the back pew of that churchRead every chapter, every verseBut all my prayers, they always hit the ceilingSo I do the only thing that don't make me feel emptyPull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskeyNo chance at redemptionWhen there's no one listeningTryna keep my head above the waterI'm my own worst enemy'Cause I just keep drowning in this TennesseeI gave up on a shooting starIt'd have to fall down way too farTo fix this kinda feeling that I'm feelingI tried the back pew of that churchRead every chapter, every verseBut all my prayers always hit the ceilingSo I do the only thing that don't make me feel emptyPull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskeyHere comes the burnI love to hateIt's all I gotEver sinceI gave up on a shooting starIt'd have to fall down way too farTo fix this kinda feeling that I'm feelingI tried the back pew of that churchRead every chapter, every verseBut all my prayers, they always hit the ceilingSo I do the only thing that don't make me feel emptyPull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskey
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Luke Albert Combs (Charlotte, Carolina del Norte, Estados Unidos; 2 de marzo de 1990), más conocido como Luke Combs, es un cantante y compositor estadounidense. Es considerado el nuevo referente del country y uno de los cantantes más populares y exitosos de…
