Whiskey on the porch

(Verse 1) Underneath this starlit sky, I sit alone, Strumming my guitar, feeling shadows grown. The whiskey whispers secrets to the night, As memories dance, in and out of sight. (Chorus) Oh, I'm feeling blue, like the sky above, But this old guitar, it fills me up with love. I'll pour another glass, let the music flow, Remembering the good old days, where did they go? (Verse 2) Each chord I play, echoes a distant time, When life was simpler, and the world was kind. Now I'm lost in a maze of city lights, Longing for the comfort of those starry nights. (Chorus) Oh, I'm feeling blue, like the sky above, But this old guitar, it fills me up with love. I'll pour another glass, let the music flow, Remembering the good old days, where did they go? (Bridge) The porch creaks beneath my weary feet, As the fireflies dance to a silent beat. I close my eyes, let the past unfold, In the melodies of silver and gold. (Verse 3) So let the guitar weep, for all that's lost, In the whiskey haze, I'll pay the cost. But for now, I'll cherish these moments true, Feeling blue, but alive, with the memories of you. (Chorus) Oh, I'm feeling blue, like the sky above, But this old guitar, it fills me up with love. I'll pour another glass, let the music (Chorus) Oh, I'm feeling blue, like the sky above, But this old guitar, it fills me up with love. I'll pour another glass, let the music flow, Remembering the good old days, where did they go? (Outro) As the night grows darker, and the stars fade away, I'll hold onto these songs, they're here to stay. Feeling blue, but finding solace in the strum, With every chord, I'll keep marching on.