
Ode to The Bourbon Trail ft. Kyla Gorey Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Friday work day goes slow
Anticipating a southern drive through the bottom of Ohio
We decide to find familiar in Cincinnati
By sharing a few Asahi's and some long-lost half-price sushi
We try to plan our upcoming days from a closet-sized rented room
A space-heated place in a Bulgarian woman's home
The next morning we awoke to no running water
So we hit the road un-showered towards
The bridges that reach over the Ohio, the Ohio into Kentucky
The weekend extended by MLK gives us three days
To taste, tour and explore the way bourbon is made
Fermented scents and copper stills
Sunny drives through Kentucky hills
We slept in a haunted jailhouse dungeon
Remolded from the 1800s
Our insides warm from Kentucky hugs
Our mouths numb from Kentucky chews
We cut our last stop due to out overheating Subaru
We approach the border reminiscing of our time
On the Bourbon Trail, The Trail
Goodbye Kentucky
We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky
How lucky we are
Goodbye Kentucky
We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky
How lucky we are
Goodbye Kentucky
We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky
How lucky we are