Whiskey Girl

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

Tight on the top with a belly button ring and a little tattoo

Somewhere in between

She only shows to me

Hey, we're going out dancing, she's ready tonight

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

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 sipping champagne

No Cuervo Gold margaritas

Just ain't enough good burn in tequila, she needs

Something 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 ought to hear the pipes ring

I jump behind the wheel, and it's a-way we go

Hey, I drive too fast

But she don't care

Blue bandana tied all up in her hair, just sittin' there

Singing 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 sipping champagne

No Cuervo Gold margarita

Just ain't enough good burn in tequila, she needs

Something 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

Something 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