From the recording Sleeping with Ghost, Vol. 1
A slow-burning twist on the Billboard-charting country single Ryland co-wrote, “Whatcha Drinkin’ Bout” trades sass for soul. This reimagined version leans into the ache behind the question — a gentle, heart-worn ballad about connection, regret, and the conversations we only have after a few too many. With hushed acoustic production and Fisher’s raw delivery, the track transforms a radio-ready flirtation into a late-night confessional soaked in memory.
Lyrics
If my math is right
You're about three drinks in
Bar stool sitting
With Jack and Jim
Taking their advice
Under the neon lights
You look like you could use a friend
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Girl, let's talk it out
Did you lose your one and only?
Are you lonely?
Can I get you another round
Slow this jukebox down
Probably none of my business
Just thinking out loud
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Baby
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Girl, I can’t resist
Those tipsy heartbroke eyes
And I can't lie
I could do this all night
Couple hours till last call
You can have 'em all
Tell me what's on your mind
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Girl, let's talk it out
Did you lose your one and only?
Are you lonely?
Can I get you another round
Slow this jukebox down
Probably none of my business
I’m just thinking out loud
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Baby
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Girl, let's talk it out
Did you lose your one and only?
Are you lonely?
Can I get you another round
Slow this jukebox down
Probably none of my business
I’m just thinking out loud
Whatcha drinkin' bout?
Baby
Whatcha drinkin' bout?