American Whisky
© Jon Horne 2008

These days I don't know who to believe (F, C, F)
I can't remember what I've done or where I've been (Bb, F, Bb, C)
And I don't recognise who's lying next to me (Dm, Am, Gm)
But I don't mind, it's just the way it seems to be (Gm, C, F)
 
These days this is how the story goes (F, C, F)
She wakes up with a start, but dresses slow (Bb, F, Bb, C)
In another room (or is it on the radio?) (Dm, Am, Gm)
She calls out my name, and sings sweet and low (Gm, Bb, C, F)

I owe it all to American whisky (Bb, Dm)
The kind that you don't hold up to the light (A7, Bb6/7, G, G7)
Purse your lips and sniff and savour (Bb, A7, Dm)
The water of life? You just drink all night (G7, Bb6/7, C6/9, F)

I try to say Goodbye, but the moment's passed
I'll tell you this for nothing, nothing ever lasts
My grip on what is real is slipping fast
So I'd better reach for the glass

These days I've just got used to seeing
Headstones where my friends all used to be
There's an old man in the mirror staring back at me
And someone in the hallway who's just about to leave

I believe in American whisky
The kind that you don't hold up to the light
Purse your lips and sniff and savour
The water of life? You just drink all night

© Jon Horne 19.2.08  (in F)