one day you’re six years old then you wake up 22 One day you got a grip on the bottle next day it’s got one back on you they don’t tell you when you take the first sip that it’s a road that only goes two ways it’s your choice to make cause you can have a few beers with some buddies through the years around a campfire down a dirt road or you can drink all night till the morning light comes up and you’re all alone one’s a good time but the other is a life I wish I’d never known the only thing stronger than whiskey… is it’s grip on letting you let it go