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