Jeremy Jordan

I don't blame the whiskey, I blame my life for big dogs. Don't blame the whiskey, don't blame the jar. I've been leaning since I left my car. Old black truck parked by the cotton row. She leans too but she still can go. My head sits crooked, my steps run wide. My right foot got its own pride. People say, 'Old man, you've been drinking again.' I sai