LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeKeith Whitley
I'm no stranger to the rainIt starts rainin', I start pourin'I'll take hurt like hell in the mornin'Over feelin' this wayThere ain't a mirror in this house anymore'Cause it kills me to see the guy that let you leaveAnd walk right out the doorKentucky Bluebird, Kentucky bourbonSure got this ol' boy hurtin' in TennesseeGood whiskeyGirl, it just don't last when Keith WhitleyKeeps bringin' you up like thatGets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it wasThe things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soonKinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and youI hate the way you said nothin' at allI guess you said what you had to sayBut what's killin' me tonightIs when he's lovin' on you, baby, you don't close your eyesGood whiskeyGirl, it just don't last when Keith WhitleyKeeps bringin' you up like thatGets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it wasThe things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soonKinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and youMiami, my AmyYou sure got this old boy hurtin' up here in TennesseeGood whiskeyGirl, it just don't last when Keith WhitleyKeeps bringin' you up like thatGets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it wasThe things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soonKinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
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