He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time I used to spend my nights out in a barroom Liquor was the only love I've

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

If the sea was whiskey and I was a diving duck With a matchbox on my clothes They don't make me drunk I'd dive to the bottom and I don't know if I'd come up Well, I'm just here wondering Yes, I'm just here wondering You know if things don't get no better

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the

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

And that's the difference between the whiskey and you There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing I'll be hurtin' when I wake up on the floor And I'll be over it by noon Come tomorrow, I can walk in any

You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out I crashed your Corvette Remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije) Roses and whiskey I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt Alright, it's on