Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

Half empty plane on New Years Eve The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone Five, four, three, two, one Looks like it's just me and the whiskey You ain't here to kiss me Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat Love birds in the row in front of

I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

When I’m gone You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone I got my ticket for the long way ‘round Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say? You’re gonna miss me by my hair You’re gonna miss

Until the night Life is short, but this time it was bigger She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

Those two years run together like whiskey over ice Melted into memories like somebody else's life I'm glad to say, I've come around But if I could have one wish I'd like another try at twenty five Or was it twenty six Livin' hard was easy when I was

Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm