Hemingway's Whiskey

If you're going out with someone new I'm going out with someone too I won't feel sorry for me, I'm getting drunk But I'd much rather be somewhere with you Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah Driving around on a Saturday night You made fun of me fo

Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland Drive Hell bent on getting high High above the lights of town 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night