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

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

'Cause I'm no good, pretty mama When you're not around I got whiskey to keep me warm when the sun goes down And this God forsaken honky tonk ain't likely to run out So won't you come on home and save me Stop me before I drown And there's women in this

I guess some things just don't mix like you hoped Like me and you And diamond rings and old barstools It ain't like midnight and cigarette smoke It ain't like watered down whiskey and coke Diamond rings and old barstools One's for queens and one's for

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

You only need a roof when it's raining You only need a fire when it's cold You only need a drink when the whiskey Is the only thing that you have left to hold Sun comes up and goes back down And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground Say the

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

I waste my time whenever I like I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover 'cause I walk dead or alive With my whiskey hangover Oh yeah yeah O what if I never wanna be sober? So what if I wanna be numb all the time? I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower

Ma mama weer all crazee now Ma ma mama weer all crazee now I want a lot now so come on Ma ma ma ma mama weer all crazee now I don't want to drink my whiskey like you do I don't need to spend my money but still do