they make whiskey

they make cell phones to call your friends

to pick you up at a half past ten

half ton trucks to get you on down the road

and they make texaco's for stopping at

to get yourself a brand-new pack

of them cigarettes

she hated that you smoked

and they make little bars on the edge of town

for getting lost for getting found

and hanging round for more than a round or two

and they make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs

so

you can act like you've moved on

neon signs to shine that neon blue

an it just hit me

that they make whiskey

to get me over you

and they make diamond rings for getting tossed

and front porch steps for stepping off

and hatchback hondas to hold an old suitcase

and they make taillights to disappear

while you're standing there in the rearview mirror

with a memory that time just can't erase

and they make little bars on the edge of town

for getting lost for getting found

and hanging round for more than a round or two

they make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs

so

you can act like you've moved on

neon signs to shine that neon blue

an it just hit me

that they make whiskey

to get me over you

and they make little bars on the edge of town

for getting lost for getting found

and hanging round for more than a round or two

they make 8 ball racks and jukebox songs

so

you can act like you've moved on

neon signs to shine that neon blue

an it just hit me

that they make whiskey

to get me over you

cause i ain't over you