Uploaded November 2025 | Updated September 2026, 5 hours ago
đľ Title: âWhiskey Got My Womanâ
By Muddy Rock
She wakes up with a bottle, falls asleep with one too,
Tells me she loves meâbut the liquor speaks true.
I ain't her man, just the ride to the store,
And every night ends with her passed out on the floor.
Whiskey got my woman, I canât compete,
Sheâs kissin' on the bottle, not holdin' me.
Sheâs gone where I canât reach, drunk and alone,
Whiskey got my womanâand wonât give her back home.
Used to be laughter, used to be love,
Now itâs slurred words and a broken shove.
She blames the world, blames the pain,
But Iâm the one left standin' in the pourinâ rain.
Yeah, whiskey got my woman, itâs a fight I lose,
Every night she chooses shots over truth.
That glass in her hand is cold as stone,
Whiskey got my womanânow I drink alone.
I tried to pour it out, tried to beg and plead,
But sheâs got her medicine, donât need me.
Iâm just the shadow of the man I was,
Watchinâ her drown in 90 proof love.
Maybe one day sheâll see the light,
But until then, Iâm gone tonight.
I packed my soul and left my key,
'Cause I wonât let her bottle bury me.
Whiskey got my woman, and itâs killin' me slow,
But I can't stay and watch her let go.
Iâm walkinâ out with nothinâ but this song,
Whiskey got my womanâand Iâm movinâ on.
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Muddy Rock is a four-piece powerhouse melding raw Delta blues soul with Southern rockâs unbridled grit. Born where back-road juke joints meet muddy riverbanks, their sound is built on earthen guitar riffs, thunderous bass lines, and drumbeats that feel like a Southern storm rolling in.
Fronted by a gravel-voiced singer who channels heartache and rebellion in equal measure, and driven by guitarists who blend slide-steel mournfulness with snarling leads, Muddy Rock resurrects the spirit of swamp-grown music while carving a path all their own.
đľ Title: âWhiskey Got My Womanâ
By Muddy Rock
She wakes up with a bottle, falls asleep with one too,
Tells me she loves meâbut the liquor speaks true.
I ain't her man, just the ride to the store,
And every night ends with her passed out on the floor.
Whiskey got my woman, I canât compete,
Sheâs kissin' on the bottle, not holdin' me.
Sheâs gone where I canât reach, drunk and alone,
Whiskey got my womanâand wonât give her back home.
Used to be laughter, used to be love,
Now itâs slurred words and a broken shove.
She blames the world, blames the pain,
But Iâm the one left standin' in the pourinâ rain.
Yeah, whiskey got my woman, itâs a fight I lose,
Every night she chooses shots over truth.
That glass in her hand is cold as stone,
Whiskey got my womanânow I drink alone.
I tried to pour it out, tried to beg and plead,
But sheâs got her medicine, donât need me.
Iâm just the shadow of the man I was,
Watchinâ her drown in 90 proof love.
Maybe one day sheâll see the light,
But until then, Iâm gone tonight.
I packed my soul and left my key,
'Cause I wonât let her bottle bury me.
Whiskey got my woman, and itâs killin' me slow,
But I can't stay and watch her let go.
Iâm walkinâ out with nothinâ but this song,
Whiskey got my womanâand Iâm movinâ on.
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Muddy Rock is a four-piece powerhouse melding raw Delta blues soul with Southern rockâs unbridled grit. Born where back-road juke joints meet muddy riverbanks, their sound is built on earthen guitar riffs, thunderous bass lines, and drumbeats that feel like a Southern storm rolling in.
Fronted by a gravel-voiced singer who channels heartache and rebellion in equal measure, and driven by guitarists who blend slide-steel mournfulness with snarling leads, Muddy Rock resurrects the spirit of swamp-grown music while carving a path all their own.
