Whiskey Girl

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?

Tight on the top with a belly button ring

A little tattoo somewhere in between she only shows to me

Hey, we're goin' out dancin', she's ready tonight

So damn good-lookin' boys, it ain't even right

And when the bartender says, "For the lady what's it gonna be?"

I tell him, man

She ain't into wine and roses

Beer just makes her turn up her nose

And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne

No Cuervo Gold margaritas

Just ain't enough good burn in tequila

She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain

She's my little whiskey girl

She's my little whiskey girl

My ragged-on-the-edges girl

Ah, but I like 'em rough

Baby got a '69 Mustang

Four on the floor, and you oughta hear the pipes ring

I jump behind the wheel, and it's away we go

Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care

Blue bandana tied all up in her hair

Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio

She ain't into wine and roses

Beer just makes her turn up her nose

And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne

No Cuervo Gold margaritas

Just ain't enough good burn in tequila

She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain

She's my little whiskey girl

She's my little whiskey girl

My ragged-on-the-edges girl

Ah, but I like 'em rough

No Cuervo Gold margaritas

Just ain't enough good burn in tequila

She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain

She's my little whiskey girl

Oh, she's my little whiskey girl

My ragged-on-the-edges girl

Ah, but I like 'em rough

Yeah, I like 'em rough

I like 'em rough