Whiskey Nights from Wild-West by Munich Prairie Sons

The neon sign flickers in the dim light
Bar stools lined up, waiting for the night
Empty glasses clink on the worn wooden bar
The jukebox hums a familiar tune
In the corner, a man sits with a distant stare

The bartender pours another round
The stories flow as freely as the whiskey
Old friends gather, sharing tales of the past
Laughter mingles with the smoke in the air
Time seems to stretch in these whiskey nights

On whiskey nights, the world fades away
Lost in the warmth of the amber glow
Each sip a memory, each toast a promise
In the embrace of the evening, we find solace

The clock ticks slowly, but no one notices
The troubles of the day seem miles away
Words are exchanged with a slurred ease
The past and present blur together
As the bottle empties, so do the worries

Outside, the night stretches into the unknown
Streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement
Inside, the warmth of camaraderie remains
Hearts are light, and spirits high
In the flickering light, we’re all just friends

On whiskey nights, the world fades away
Lost in the warmth of the amber glow
Each sip a memory, each toast a promise
In the embrace of the evening, we find solace

As the dawn creeps in, the crowd thins out
The bar is silent, save for the hum of the fridge
Memories linger in the last traces of smoke
Whiskey nights come to an end
But their warmth stays with us through the morning

• Country
• Western
• Munich