| John Mayer – Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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I think BobTheRhino's nailed the first verse, but I think there's a bit more to the second verse. I don't think the song's a comment about his own life so much as a comment about the GLOBAL alcoholism epidemic fueled by distillers (in particular) focusing on and exploiting "new" drinkers -- did you know that the French even have their own word for "binge drinking" now? I'd offer the following slight changes for the second verse: Every night around this time My friends and I, *we'd* treat it like a race (<<=as in, most of them got smarter) But when I really start to break it down I wouldn't trust a girl who knew about this place Walking *home when no one's* left (<<=as in, last to leave the bar) Speak softly underneath my breath Hey world, you ain't seen nothing yet Great, now it's raining (are these 2 lines the most desperate lyrics ever??) I think it's a sensational song, easily one of his best (and I happen to think he's done some great stuff, too) ... but now I'm off to see if I can find him actually credited anywhere as the lyricist. |
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