Whiskey's Fine
Two drinks in on a Friday night
Heard a knock at the door
Someone turned on the light
And I said, "Baby, what you doin' outside with that 2 a.m."
"Kinda drunk, kinda smile?"
Every word that you say
Sounds like you missed me
Every move that you make
Says you wanna kiss me
And you whisper, "Baby, can I hang here for a while?"
Well come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closin' time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, the whiskey's fine
You're pushin' me up against the wall
Leavin' a trail of clothes and our sorrows down the hall
Yeah, you're leaving your mark with that lipstick red
And we're fallin' back into this bed
So come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closin' time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, yeah, the whiskey's fine
I got a bottle opened up
And I wanna feel the rush
'Cause I need that you-and-me buzz
So come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closing time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, the whiskey's fine, oh yeah
Come on in, the whiskey's fine
Heard a knock at the door
Someone turned on the light
And I said, "Baby, what you doin' outside with that 2 a.m."
"Kinda drunk, kinda smile?"
Every word that you say
Sounds like you missed me
Every move that you make
Says you wanna kiss me
And you whisper, "Baby, can I hang here for a while?"
Well come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closin' time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, the whiskey's fine
You're pushin' me up against the wall
Leavin' a trail of clothes and our sorrows down the hall
Yeah, you're leaving your mark with that lipstick red
And we're fallin' back into this bed
So come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closin' time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, yeah, the whiskey's fine
I got a bottle opened up
And I wanna feel the rush
'Cause I need that you-and-me buzz
So come on in, the whiskey's fine
It ain't even close to closing time
So if you wanna taste that Tennessee
Well, pour on out a drink with me
And put your lips on mine
Come on in, the whiskey's fine, oh yeah
Come on in, the whiskey's fine
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Writer(s): Wade Kirby, Monty Criswell
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