I woke up by the lake,
That clear bottle in my hand,
With a head that hurt like hell,
And a Georgia clay tan.
A trace of his cologne still
Imprinted on my clothes,
But his name or who he was,
No one 'round here seems to know.

CHORUS: Now he's a whiskey memory,
From a full moon night,
A nameless shadow figure,
With lips that tasted just right.
But if I think real hard,
And try with all my might,
I can sometimes, still recall,
A pair of blue, blue eyes.

Oooh, oh, oh

You've done this all before,
And Lord knows you'll do it all again,
You made another fool of yourself, baby,
You've blown another chance.
So stop with your excuses,
Dry your eyes and change today,
Girl, you really gotta stop
Drinkin' all the good ones away.

CHORUS

Oooh, oh, oh