F. R. Music Project - Whiskey on My Shoes Lyrics

My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
She had love
She had love in the morning
And a beautiful smile
And a heart of gold
And when she did wrong
Threw sand in his face
And he knows, he knows
It ain't her way
Yeah they sat in a puddle of tears
Thinking about the years
Waiting, hoping for a friend
Yeah people come and people go
Like the melting of the snow
How did we get here
Where do we go now
I don't really know
My head's in a mountain yeah
There's whiskey on my shoes
I'm not going back there
I'm not
Not singing the blues
Thinking about the years
Waiting, and hoping for a friend
He had love
He had love through the night
He opened his soul to hers for life
And when he did wrong
His words came out like stones
And she knows
She knows it ain't his way
And they sat in a puddle of tears
Thinking about the years
Waiting and hoping for a friend
Yeah people come and people go
Like the melting of the snow
How did we get here
Where do we go now
I don't really know
My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
And I'm not going back there
I'm not
Not singing the blues
Yeah thinking about the years
Waiting, hoping for a friend
I'd love to sit on the dock
Open a bottle
A bottle of wine
Take our time just you and me
All night
Yeah we'll watch just like we used to
The sun go down on the Cyprus trees
Watch the sun go down
Watch it rise from the water
Watch it rise
Watch the sun go down
Down, down, down, yeah
My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
And I'm not going back there
Not singing the blues yeah
Thinking about the years
Just wait
Just hope
Yeah head's in the mountains
Whiskey on my

My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
She had love
She had love in the morning
And a beautiful smile
And a heart of gold
And when she did wrong
Threw sand in his face
And he knows, he knows
It ain't her way
Yeah they sat in a puddle of tears
Thinking about the years
Waiting, hoping for a friend
Yeah people come and people go
Like the melting of the snow
How did we get here
Where do we go now
I don't really know
My head's in a mountain yeah
There's whiskey on my shoes
I'm not going back there
I'm not
Not singing the blues
Thinking about the years
Waiting, and hoping for a friend
He had love
He had love through the night
He opened his soul to hers for life
And when he did wrong
His words came out like stones
And she knows
She knows it ain't his way
And they sat in a puddle of tears
Thinking about the years
Waiting and hoping for a friend
Yeah people come and people go
Like the melting of the snow
How did we get here
Where do we go now
I don't really know
My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
And I'm not going back there
I'm not
Not singing the blues
Yeah thinking about the years
Waiting, hoping for a friend
I'd love to sit on the dock
Open a bottle
A bottle of wine
Take our time just you and me
All night
Yeah we'll watch just like we used to
The sun go down on the Cyprus trees
Watch the sun go down
Watch it rise from the water
Watch it rise
Watch the sun go down
Down, down, down, yeah
My head's in the mountains
There's whiskey on my shoes
And I'm not going back there
Not singing the blues yeah
Thinking about the years
Just wait
Just hope
Yeah head's in the mountains
Whiskey on my