VibeFoundry - Tennessee Whiskey | Southern Rock

This ain’t the Tennessee Whiskey you hear cryin’ out of polished boots in Nashville. This is dirt-road born, wrench-handed, grease-smudged truth poured straight from a busted jar. No velvet ropes, no fancy choruses — just a man, a bottle, and a trail of broken things behind him. If you’re lookin’ for sweet metaphors, turn back. If you want the burn — welcome home.

In our version of Tennessee Whiskey, nobody gets saved. The truck’s outta gas, the love’s gone sour, and she sure as hell ain’t stickin’ around for the rebuild. But that’s alright. This whiskey don’t ask for forgiveness. It’s poured in garages, spilled in fights, and soaked into the soul of anyone who ever chose freedom over flowers.

So crank it up, Nashville — we got our own Tennessee Whiskey. And it ain’t smooth, it ain’t sweet. It’s loud, pissed-off, and proud. Just like it should be.

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Lyrics:
Woke up on the porch, dog lickin’ my face,
Last night’s Tennessee Whiskey still burns in place.
Truck's outta gas, but hell if I care,
She said I’m wasted — I said, “Damn right, fair.”

She came ‘round preachin’ 'bout a cleaner path,
With dreams and dresses and bubble bath.
Tried to swap my jar for a wedding ring —
But I’m married to Tennessee Whiskey and gasoline.

Tennessee Whiskey runs in my blood,
I ain’t tradin’ that for no front porch love.
Keep your soft songs and wine glass glow —
I got fire in my gut and mud on my soul.

She threw my stash, broke every jug,
Said my lifestyle’s trash and I need a hug.
Told her gently as I cracked a brew,
“This Tennessee Whiskey’s more true than you.”

She wanted silk sheets and candlelight flicks…
But I got bar fights and transmission kicks.

A redneck cryin’? That ain’t no thing,
We pour Tennessee Whiskey and let freedom ring.
We cuss, we bleed, we don’t break or bend —
We don’t write love notes, we just offend.

Tennessee Whiskey, my steady sin,
Ain’t no woman gonna rope me in.
Let ‘em sing sweet, I’ll shout and choke —
On smoke, regret, and ten-proof hope.

Tennessee Whiskey... still me... still drinkin'...
And God bless moonshine over therapy.

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