Letras
Come on whiskey, you know what to do
Her love's down for the count, now I'm a-countin' on you
And I've got from now to closing time and you've got the ninety proof
So come on whiskey (Come on, come on), you know what to do
Well, she made her mind up and Chevrolet made the keys
And Goodyear made the tires that drove her away from me
And God made the water and the amber grain
And man made a bottle to kill the pain
So come on whiskey, you know what to do
Come on whiskey, you know what to do
Her love's down for the count, now I'm a-countin' on you
I've got from now to closing time and you've got the ninety proof
So come on whiskey (Come on, come on), you know what to do
Oh, go do it, Tim!
Oh, stand on it, son!
Oh, God made the water and the amber grain
And man made a bottle to kill the pain
So come on whiskey, you know what to do
Come on whiskey, yeah, you know what to do