Whiskey in the Winter

Give me whiskey in the winter
Let it seep into my blood
It aint the hat that makes the man
It's the stupid shit he does
What doesn't kill him might as well have
At 22 below
Give me whiskey in the winter
Let it warm this sorry soul

They say all good things go running
They go flying to the south
And all the things I shouldn't
They come shooting out my mouth
And noone ever asked me
What kind of man I'd be
If I ever disappoint you
Just blame it on the whiskey

So make it heavy handed
Serve it straight up serve it neat
Serve me up another double shot of my retreat
They say this place makes good men
In the middle where it's rough
But you will not survive this
Unless you have enough

How's a man to warm up
When the creek stays froze for months
And the sun shines when the snow falls
Mixing it all up
And I came here for the money
I came to make a hand
Now all the work I've tallied
Is the only thing I am
So make it heavy handed
Serve it straight up serve it neat
Serve me up another double shot of my retreat
They say this place makes good men
In the middle where it's rough
But you will not survive this
Unless you have enough

Now I could drink the water
Plant something in the dirt
I could throw it out the window
Let it slide across the earth
And I could see this coming
From a thousand miles from home
But I could not see my breath there
Didn't let it burn my throat
So make it heavy handed
Serve it straight up serve it neat
Serve me up another double shot of my retreat
They say this place makes good men
In the middle where it's rough
But you will not survive this
Unless you've have enough
Give me whiskey in the winter
Let it seep into my blood
It aint the hat that makes the man
It's the stupid shit he does
What doesn't kill him might as well have
At 22 below
Give me whiskey in the winter
Let it warm this sorry soul