Songtexte Whiskey - Prof

One last round please,
Thank you.
I′m gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
I said I′m gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
My baby loves me so much she goes through my phone every time I fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, little momma, she just won't let me be.
Say, what is a man to do about a woman when he can′t make a sound.
Said I′m lookin' at the bottle, and my whiskey, man, she won′t let me down.
That's why I′m gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
That′s why I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
On and, on and, on and on and on, we go.
I′m already useless to you so you can′t tell me no.
No doubt I don't care ′bout what you think 'bout me and my mistress.
She let′s me be me.
That's more than I can say about you, woman.
I′m gonna keep on drinkin' whiskey, till the cows come home.
I'm gonna keep on drinkin′ whiskey, till the cows come home.