Whiskey In My Soul

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