There ain't no more whiskey in the bottle
And the weed is almost gone
And all the beer cans are empty
And scattered on the lawn
A pretty girl that I call Leslie
Naked in my bed
Yeah
Or is she just a bitter memory
Yeahh
Of words left unsaid
There ain't no more whiskey in the bottle
It's the bartenders last call
Yeah
And we ain't livin' for tomorrow
But sometimes we don't live at all
Yeah, sometimes we don't live at all
Yeahh
I took a train to the mountains
Yeah
I wanted to be alone
And I don't know what I was thinkin'
When I came out here on my own
But this I know
There ain't no more whiskey
(Guitar Solo)
Yeah
Jon Ward, Ladies and Gentlemen!!!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoaaaaa, yeah
There ain't no more whiskey in the bottle
The bartenders last call
Yeah
And we ain't livin' for tomorrow
But sometimes we don't live at all
Whoa, sometimes we don't live at all
Whoa