Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar It's sweeter when you stir it up When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy

Don't think I'm coming back It's just a relapse I ain't hung up on you I ain't in love with you This is just time that I'm wasting One or two little sips I'm alright, I can quit You're just someone that I'm tasting I don't have to have you

This beer in my hand is just enough courage To say what I'm feeling Cause you got me all nervous Just like you do every time You're lookin' like that I freeze up and I take another sip Lean in a little closer like this What you got me sayin'

Devil in the bottle There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be Well, there's a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me Daring me to reach out, but I know he's testing me If I take just one sip, I become that devil's son Act a fool, sell my

Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip? Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair) It's a Choctaw County affair Well, life's been kind of trippy down here in Mississippi Since Cassie O'Grady disappeared And me and my Bob Shaver been in all the newspapers Every day for naught on

Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy When they see you out with me

Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow. Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin' now. Sippin' Hennesy an we'll be bubblin yow. Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow. So when you see the S.P. floatin' don't provoke him Cause the girls we be poking

Then you can Thank Dixie You can Thank Dixie for that If you ever ate a peach From down in Georgia Or just like me Your a die-hard Earnhardt fan An if you ever had a sip Of ol' Jack Daniels Or raised your glass

Your mama should've named you whiskey I never should've let you kiss me I'm addicted girl, such a fool Just a little taste won't hurt at all But once I get a sip, I know I'm gonna wanna drink it gone, all gone 90 proof is an understatement I get around