On The Rocks - Justin Moore

She’s probably stayin' at her Mama’s spillin' all the drama now

Wine drinkin' off the hurtin', twistin' all my words around

This ain’t my first rodeo

Hold on, here we go

Before I slam the door

I said, «Go to hell.»

Call my buddies up

Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself

'Til they cut me off

Or 'til the doors are locked

Same 'ol back-againer

On a bender

Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me

'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks

We’ve done more breakin' up again and makin' up again to count

Every single double ain’t the only trouble goin' down

This drink and her love

Why do I like the hard stuff?

Before I slam the door

I said, «Go to hell.»

Call my buddies up

Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself

'Til they cut me off

Or 'til the doors are locked

Same 'ol back-againer

On a bender

Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me

'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks

This drink and her love

Why do I like the hard stuff?

Before I slam the door

I said, «Go to hell.»

Call my buddies up

Now they’re watchin' me drink by myself

'Til they cut me off

Or 'til the doors are locked

Same 'ol back-againer

On a bender

Bartender, don’t stop, pour it on me

'Cause this whiskey ain’t the only thing on the rocks

Ain’t the only thing on the rocks