That Whiskey Business

Lights off, pick her up and you can't stall

When she hops in, better put the balls to the wall

Now the lights on, daddy's up, calling up the law

Boy, you bound to get caught in a town this small

But you know that I'm a sucker for some tanned-up legs

Gripping on to a bottle and a pack of cigarettes

Let alone she fine as a country girl gets

Them backseat stories make a grown man sweat

No, you can't stop a rebel when the devil riding shotgun

Popping the top and then run

When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck

And you don't want to get caught

Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up

By her mean daddy or the law

Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses

I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business

That whiskey business

Way down yonder on that red dirt

Where them old pine trees just sway

I had to cover up with the bed skirt

Me and her barely got away

Her mean daddy running with a shotty in his hands

I thought we was both just finished

With a bird shot door and the pedal to the floor

From now on, I'ma mind my whiskey business

Got a little dime bag riding in your truck

And you don't want to get caught

Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up

By her mean daddy or the law

Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses

I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business

That whiskey business

Oh, shit

What the f—

Boy, I done told your ass to stay away from my daughter

Get your drunk ass on, I got something

When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck

And you don't want to get caught

Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up

By her mean daddy or the law

Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses

I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business

That whiskey business