Old planes,
old whiskey,
just don't get along.
One makes your head feel dizzy,
the other makes your heart feel all alone.
Drinking leaves to thanking leaves,
to wishing she wasn't gone.
Old planes, old whiskey,
just don't get along.
Last night I introduced her memory to a bottle of Gentleman Jack.
I thought they might be friendly,
I was wrong about that.
This morning I woke up to the cold hard facts.
Old planes,
old whiskey,
just don't get along.
One makes your head feel dizzy,
the other makes your heart feel all alone.
Drinking leaves to thanking leaves,
to wishing she wasn't gone.
Old planes, old whiskey,
just don't get along.
No they don't.
Tonight I'm gonna learn my lesson,
and I'll just plead the fifth.
No whiskey gets me to guessing where and who she's with.
But if I know me,
they'll wind up fighting again.
Old planes,
old whiskey,
just don't get along.
One makes your head feel dizzy,
the other makes your heart feel all alone.
Drinking leaves to thanking leaves,
to wishing she wasn't gone.
Old planes, old whiskey,
just don't get along.
Old planes, old whiskey,
just don't get along.
No they don't.