Whiskey Girl - Live

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 going out dancin', she's ready tonight
 So damn good-lookin' boys, it ain't even right
 And when 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
 Whoa, 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