Song Logistics
Song Title: Whiskey Don’t Lie Bittersweet Country Solo (Official Video)
Written by: Ronald Hudkins
Performed by: Female likeness Country Vocalist (Ashley McBryde / Brandy Clark style)
Genre: Soulful Country Ballad
Platform: Songer AI Studio – Female vocalist and musicians
Tone/Instrumentation: Soulful piano, fiddle accents, light steel guitar, brush snare percussion
Description:
Whiskey Don’t Lie – A midnight ballad about the truths we can’t escape.
This soulful country track blends piano, fiddle, and raw emotion into a haunting story of love, loss, and the secrets that whiskey always brings to light.
About the Song:
Sometimes the glass knows you better than anyone else. “Whiskey Don’t Lie” is about the confessions that slip out when the bottle’s low and the heart can’t hold back anymore. A song for anyone who’s faced the truths they tried to drown.
Song Lyrics Whisky Don’t Lie
I keep the lights low, shadows hide my face,
Pretendin’ I’m fine in this empty space.
But the glass don’t care whose heart it breaks,
Another sip, and the silence shakes.
I hear my own voice cut through the night,
Can’t hide from the truth no matter how I fight.
Every pour pulls the truth from my lips,
Like a song I can’t silence, it always slips.
Whiskey don’t lie, but I sure try to—
It tells the story I’ve been drownin’ in too.
I toast to love lost, to the pain I deny,
But the burn on my tongue knows it’s all a lie.
Every bottle’s a mirror I can’t disguise,
Showin’ secrets hidin’ deep in my eyes.
I keep runnin’ but the past won’t fade,
That amber truth cuts sharper than the blade.
Every pour pulls the truth from my lips,
Like a song I can’t silence, it always slips.
Whiskey don’t lie, but I sure try to—
It tells the story I’ve been drownin’ in too.
Late night confessions spill onto the floor,
And each drop of whiskey knows my heart more.
Playin' pretend in a game I can’t win,
But the night whispers secrets I can’t hold in.
So here’s to the nights filled with regret,
And the choices I made that I can’t forget.
The piano plays softly, a lullaby's tune,
While the fiddle cries out for a love lost too soon.
With every pour, I’m breakin’ my pride,
This bottle holds truth that I can’t let slide.
Every pour pulls the truth from my lips,
Like a song I can’t silence, it always slips.
Whiskey don’t lie, but I sure try to—
It tells the story I’ve been drownin’ in too.
So I raise my glass to the nights that won’t mend,
And the whiskey that whispers, my only friend.
When it’s running low, that’s when I can see,
That whiskey don’t lie, it just sets me free.