A sober anthem for anyone who’s crawled out of the bottle—and built something worth remembering. The story of a man who let go of the whiskey—but never forgot what it cost him.

DON'T MISS THE WHISKEY

I used to wake up with head in my hands
Another what's her name one night stand
No dreams, no plans, just a devil to feed
And a bottle full of ghosts eating at me

I don’t miss the whiskey, don’t miss the burn
Don’t miss the nights I had nowhere to turn
There lay a broken man, passed out n' half dead
Sheets soaked in sweat my eyes bloodshot red
I don’t miss the whiskey—
But I remember it well

Now there’s toys on the floor and a porch lights on
Dinner’s in the oven, and the fear is gone.
Little voice yells “Daddy!” when I walk in the door
Ain’t looked back since twenty and four

I don’t miss the whiskey, don’t miss the burn
Don’t miss the nights I had nowhere to turn
There lay a broken man, passed out in bed
Sheets soaked in sweat my eyes bloodshot red
I don’t miss the whiskey—
But I remember it well

I buried my last bottle where the coyotes roam
And I built a new life with you, stone by stone

I don’t miss the whiskey, don’t miss the burn
Don’t miss the nights I had nowhere to turn
There lay a broken man, passed out in bed
Sheets soaked in sweat my eyes bloodshot red
I don’t miss the whiskey—
But I remember it well.

I don’t believe in that damn whiskey
I just believe in me

Don't Miss The Whiskey

“Midnight Sun” is a poetic, modern country ballad about a fleeting woman who burns bright, disappears fast, and leaves a man wondering if she was real or just the whiskey talking. With vivid imagery, emotional weight, and a haunting hook, it captures the ache of a love that came out of nowhere and won’t let go. Perfect for a male artist with grit and soul, looking to cut something timeless and raw.

She walked in wearin’ smoke and gold
Short skirt trouble green eyes cold
Said I can't stay just passin' through
But that night she showed me the truth

Midnight sun I saw her rise
My knees got weak the heart dont lie
The sun came up her moment passed
She’s gone now but her burn still lasts
Was it real or was it the rum
Hell if I know — she was my midnight sun
My midnight sun

She moved like an angel through golden light
Whispered baby you're mine tonight
Left me there awash in sin
Lady of shadows deep within

Midnight sun I saw her rise.
My knees got weak the heart dont lie
The sun came up her moment passed
She’s gone now but her burn still lasts
Was it real or was it the rum
Hell if I know — she was my midnight sun
My midnight sun

They say nothin’ that bright ever remains
But her image burns through the Texas haze

Midnight sun didnt say goodbye
Left me burnin' under a starry sky
Hers was a flame that will never fade
Not even a storm could chase her away
She came, she burned, then she was gone
My midnight sun...keeps shinin’
My midnight sun keeps shinin' on
Allright

Midnight Sun

“Foggy Bottom Blues” is a slow-burning, swamp-drenched blues song about getting lost — and left behind — in a world that won't let you go. With gritty imagery, haunted bayou vibes, and a raw vocal lane, it feels like a lost classic pulled straight from the Mississippi mud. Perfect for artists who live at the crossroads of blues, country, and Southern gothic soul.

FOGGY BOTTOM BLUES

Woke up this mornin’… shack roof leakin’ slow

Empty bottles on the floor, got nowhere to go

'Gator in my chair, smilin’ like a friend

Ain’t no savin’ me the bayou got me again.


I got them down home no good Foggy Bottom blues

Where the sun never shines and the river don't ever move

You get mud in your boots and there is no excuse

I’m stuck in Foggy Bottom where the sinners always lose


Saw her dancin’ in the cypress trees

Barefoot ghost, just laughin’ at me

Tried to run, but she was too quick

Now I’m knee-deep in her old bag of tricks


I got them down home no good Foggy Bottom blues

Where the sun never shines and the bayou don't move

You get mud in your boots and there is no excuse

I’m stuck in Foggy Bottom where the sinners always lose


Bullfrogs they done quit croakin’

Snakes won't even try to hide

The moon don’t rise no more

Like the swamp done up and died


Lord, I got them down home no good Foggy Bottom blues

Where dark spirits fly slow and never bring good news

Can’t find my way home the swamp all looks the same

Foggy Bottom it won't remember your name


Livin' with those down-low no good Foggy Bottom Blues. Oh yeah.



Foggy Bottom Blues

I am Johnny E. Lewis songwriter. Country music is all about telling a story and that’s at the core of what I do. I believe that music should be relevant and speak truthfully to the human condition and hope that my songs melodies captivate and tha tmy lyrics take you on a journey. Most importantly, we trust you enjoy my songs as much as I enjoyed creating them. 

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Foggy Bottom Blues

Johnny E. Lewis

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