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Backstory:

This is an uptempo country rock song, with a killer grove, about why Jack Daniels and "old flames" don't mix.                                                                                                     

Lyrics:

                                                  
There shoulda been a warning on this bottle  
“Don’t pour whisky on an old flame.  
Just put it down and walk away REAL slow 
Cause it ain’t never going to burn the same” 

When I saw your number light up my phone  
I shoulda shut the damn thing off and just drove home
But like the fool you know I am 
I didn’t stop and think before I said “hello”.  Aww hell no.

Like the flashing lights on a long black train    
Coming for me at full throttle 
If old Jack Daniels knew your name girl 
He’d a put a warning on this whiskey bottle  
Yea he would
 
You got me bouncing back and forth like a pinball
trying to find it’s way, to one more score 
I’m making myself dizzy staring at the
Coors clock on the wall and the door

My mind is skipping like old scratched vinyl  
trying to play Hank Williams, Lovesick Blues
sitting here alone, you never showed
and I hate myself for loving you
  
Like the flashing lights on a long black train    
Coming for me at full throttle 
If old Jack Daniels knew your name, girl 
He’d a put a warning on this whiskey bottle

Like red and blue, in my rear view
Trouble’s always closer than it seems with you
I better slow it down, gonna walk the line
Pay attention to the danger signs

Like the flashing lights on a long black train    
Coming for me at full throttle 
If old Jack Daniels knew your name girl 
He’d a put a warning, yea 

Like the flashing  lights on a long black train 
Coming for me at full throttle 
If old Jack Daniels knew your name, girl 
He’d a put a warning on this whiskey bottle 

Yea he would…
Right on the whiskey bottle