Keith Whitley

I'm no stranger to the rain It starts rainin' and I start pourin' I'll take hurt like hell in the mornin' Over feelin' this way There ain't a mirror in this house anymore 'Cause it kills me to see the guy that let you leave And walk right out the door Kentucky bluebird, Kentucky bourbon Sure got this ol' boy hurtin' in Tennessee Good whiskey Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley Keeps bringin' you up like that Gets me drinking 'bout us and what it was The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you I hate the way you said nothin' at all I guess you said what you had to say But what's killin' me tonight Is when he's lovin' on you, baby, you don't close your eyes Good whiskey Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley Keeps bringin' you up like that Gets me drinking 'bout us and what it was The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you, ooh My Amy, my Amy You sure got this old boy hurtin' up here in Tennessee Good whiskey Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley Keeps bringin' you up like that Gets me drinking 'bout us and what it was The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you