I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought 

Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down 

It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink 

But it's the only thing that I can think of now 

Got her down to the top of the sticker 

I wish this stuff would kick in a little quicker 



I can still see us on that tiltawhirl, spinnin' 

Cotton-candy and then when she had mustard on her chin 

From that corn-dog that slipped right off of the stick 

And that top of the Ferriss wheel kiss 

I ain't forgot about that yet 

But I still have some whiskey left 



Sure thought I'd be able, once I reached the middle of the label 

That some of those memories would somehow wash away 

Now I'm pushin' toward the bottom, an' thoughts of her, yeah, I still got 'em 

Those shots, I've shot 'em, but they ain't killed yesterday 

Just a little below the sticker 

Yeah, I must've got a bad batch of liquor 



I can still see her standin' there on that sidewalk 

Yellin' out for the taxi that would take her away 

From the arms of the one that still loves her 

With all of his heart. 

I ain't forgot about that yet, 

But I still have some whiskey left 



I just tipped it up an' took the last sip from the cup 

Threw that bottle on the ground an' started to cry 

I know that I've had plenty an' now there just ain't any 

An' I'm just as empty as that bottle inside