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

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

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

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

Whiskey’d up, that wantin’ you again Starts kickin’ back in and I’m late night calling you up My heart starts hurtin’ when that bourbon starts burning And I can’t help but touch that stuff It’s just like you all warm and smooth Even though I know that

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

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

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