Then We Can All Go Home - Mark Chesnutt

I know it’s late and it’s a lot to ask of you

I know that you’ve been working, hey, I’m tired too

You probably thought that last call would be the last

And that we could dim these neon lights, but not so fast

Whiskey, there’s still lips you need to kiss tonight

Bottle, there’s a hand you need to hold

Hey, jukebox and cigarettes, your work here isn’t over yet

Just one more and then we can all go home

There used to be a place where I spent all my nights

With kisses sweet and loving arms to hold me tight

I hate that I have to lay this all on you

But if I can’t turn to old friends, who can I turn to?

Whiskey, there’s still lips you need to kiss tonight

Oh, bottle, there’s a hand you need to hold

Hey, jukebox and cigarettes, your work here isn’t over yet

Just one more and then we can all go home

Hey, jukebox and cigarettes

Whiskey, bottle, no you’re not through yet

Just one more, yeah, just one more

Oh, just one more and then we can all go home