Whiskey Girl

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tied on the top with a belly button ring
And a little tattoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me

Hey we're goin' out dancin', she's ready tonight
So damn good lookin' boys, it ain't even right
When the bartender says for the lady
"What's it gonna be?"
I tell him, "Man, she ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne"

No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge
And a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged on the edges girl
Aw, but I like 'em rough

Baby got a '69 Mustang, four on the floor
And you oughta hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there, singin' every song on the radio

She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose

And she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge
And a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged on the edges girl
Aw, but I like 'em rough

No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge
And a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
Oh, she's my little whiskey girl
My ragged on the edges girl
Aw, but I like 'em rough

Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough