Like whiskey on an empty stomach. You got to my head. Every time I see you looking my way. I feel rejected. I could just fall on my face when you. You go to my head. I lose control. Can I face this? To love and take care. That I should see double.
I dreamt of California. I longed for New Orleans. And a quick summer storm. Well I thought about Austin. And those long legged girls. I could fly out to Vegas. Where the summer winds swirl. But anywhere that I go. I just want you to know. Whiskey Girl.
Your taste on my tongue. Whiskey girl. You get sweeter with age. Your kisses weaken my legs. Oh my whiskey girl. I was thinking of Nashville. And those bright shining lights. Remembering Charleston. Suffocating at night. Traveling through Shreveport. On the road to Fort Worth. All the way to El Paso. I have traveled this earth. I drove to Biloxi. It was sunny and bright. Headed north up to Mobile. Took account of my life. On the beach at Fort Walton. I made plans to come home.
Then I flew into Baltimore. No matter what there is to say. You can make it come out warm. Instead of stirring up a storm. That leaves us shivering cold.
Grasping for a hand to hold. Waterlogged beneath the waves. The sound of your voice. It can be music to my ears. When you sing my name out loud. But when you try to tell me. You know it kinda brings me down. The lyric of your laughter. Fills this cozy room. Our lives fill these picture frames. But that fire in your eyes.
