Whiskey in My Soul (Whiskey and Women 2012)

Текст песни Moonshine Bandits and Pruno - Whiskey in My Soul (Whiskey and Women 2012)

Who would've thought this music thing was gonna go this far?
I never asked for this, I never asked for this fast living
The women, the whiskey, craziness, there's whiskey in my soul
Hey, Bird, let's go, let's go

I've been drifting down that open highway
Finger in the air 'cause I'll do things my way
The next town's where I call home (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I throw a 'shine glass down in a light of a smoke
Always raise a little hell, never do what I'm told
I was born with that whiskey in my soul (yeah)

Uh, uh, who needs a girl when my bottle and my glass
With some marble headstone saying I was a badass
Going on a bar stool, still living fast
Whiskey in my soul on the day that I passed
Kissed my kids goodbye
Tell him Daddy was a rebel living life on the woe with his foot on the pedal
Now it's backstage rooms where the devil likes to pray
With his Coke on the counter and a blow on all legs

And my great-grandfather was a California bootlegger
Now I sell my own booze, I guess I'm a booze maker
I skin a dice game going ahead and college
Felons on my payroll with a couple alcoholics
Put me in the dirt with my Jack in my glass
With the marble headstone saying I was a badass
Born on a bar stool, man, I live fast
And those that didn't like me, can kiss my ass

I've been drifting down that open highway
Finger in the air 'cause I do things my way (come on)
But next town's where I call home (come on)
I throw a 'shine glass down in a light of a smoke
Always raise a little hell, never do what I'm told
I was born with that whiskey in my soul

I'm a highway man on a midnight run
Granddaddy always said to never trust no one
And I've had my ups, and I've had my downs
And the sheriff wants me out of my hometown
I was born with that whiskey in my soul

(Hit it, boy)

Well, it all started back when I was young
Because Pops had liquor and Pops had guns
Born bread outlaw, second to none
The tufts to some on the trailer Parker slumps
Broke as hell, taking money from bums
Just get out on the street and push weight for fun
Got to make brand get her done, get her done one
Tough little badass scared of no one

Pouring in the green bee with the cattle and braze
Getting tore up drunk in the old corn maze
Lost in my brain off the hash for days
Stuck in the pen making Pruno in the cage
On the back of the tailgate, teach you their mouth plate
Busting off shotgun shots in the sun bay
Raising up my daughter, hope I'm doing this the right way
With whiskey and myself on this lonely highway

I've been drifting down that open highway
Finger in the air 'cause I'll do things my way
The next town's where I call home
I throw a 'shine glass down in a light of a smoke
Always raise a little hell, never do what I'm told
I was born with that whiskey in my soul

I've been drifting down that open highway
Finger in the air 'cause I do things my way
The next town's where I call home
I throw a 'shine glass down in a light of a smoke
Always raise a little hell, never do what I'm told
I was born with that whiskey in my soul