Two Glasses of Whiskey On Ice (feat. Sunny Bleau & Nic Cocco)

She puts on her lipstick and does up her hair

Puts on an old dress, it's her best, a little tight, but she doesn't care

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice

She puts on her pearls, they ain't real but they shine

She takes the trolly to Beale, catches her breath as she sees the lights

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice

He plays every evening for nickels and dimes

She's seen him before, underneath the blue Beale Street sign

He smiles at her, says she's lookin' fine

Oh, that blues-in-the-blood-washed-in-the-mud-young-boy, makes her feel alive

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice

They spend the night, down by the tracks

And when mornin' comes, he's up and gone and to Beale he won't never look back

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice

Ooo, two glasses of whiskey on ice