"Whiskey, Wheels, and Trouble" is an outlaw country song that tells the story of a man on the run, haunted by his past and the memories of a lost love. As he drives down long, dusty roads, fueled by whiskey and chased by trouble, he struggles to escape the pain and guilt that follow him. The imagery of worn-out boots, cracked rearview mirrors, and endless highways symbolizes his internal battle, with the haunting presence of his past never far behind. It's a gritty tale of regret, resilience, and a life marked by bad decisions and solitude.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
The dusty road’s callin’, like a ghost in the wind
Got a flask in my pocket, gonna drown my sins
Rollin’ on four wheels, got no place to be
Trouble’s ridin’ shotgun, sittin’ next to me
Fingers on the wheel, eyes on the line
Another shot of whiskey just to pass the time
The headlights cut the darkness, but they never find
A path that leads me home, just the echoes behind
I’m chasin’ shadows, but the night’s too blind
Steady on the gas, feel the motor hum
Rollin’ through the silence, but there’s nowhere to run
The road keeps stretchin’, and the past weighs a ton
Chorus 1:
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they follow me around
I keep burnin’ rubber, runnin’ from that town
The miles keep passin’, but the hurt don’t fade
Bound to the bottle, and the mess I made
Another drink to kill the pain, rollin’ through the rain
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
Verse 2:
Bars and broken bottles, they mark my way
Nothin’ but smoke and dust in my rearview today
Every mile I drive, I’m closer to the fall
The only thing that’s constant is the sound of her call
The whiskey whispers softly, but I still hear her cry
Chorus 2:
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they follow me around
I keep burnin’ rubber, runnin’ from that town
The miles keep passin’, but the hurt don’t fade
Bound to the bottle, and the mess I made
Another drink to kill the pain, rollin’ through the rain
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
Bridge:
Runnin’ faster, but I’m fallin’ behind
No matter the distance, she’s still on my mind
Light up a cigarette, in the dark I hide
Whiskey burns slow, but it won’t kill the fire inside
Inside…
Verse 3:
Four states between us, but it’s all the same
I keep runnin’ hard, but I can’t shake the shame
I hear that engine hum, but it don’t set me free
There’s nothin’ out here but whiskey and me
My wheels keep turnin’, but I’m stuck in the past
Every road I take, it’s always too fast
Final Chorus:
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they follow me around
I keep burnin’ rubber, runnin’ from that town
The miles keep passin’, but the hurt don’t fade
Bound to the bottle, and the mess I made
Another drink to kill the pain, rollin’ through the rain
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
Whiskey, wheels, and trouble — they’re all I’ve got to my name
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