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Whiskey Talkin’


Verse 1

When you come home late and your girl is gone

And she took off home to where she come from

Sunday comes and it now it don’t feel right

It was the same old story on a Saturday night



It’s the whiskey talkin’ boy

You oughta know by now

That’s the whiskey talkin’ boy

It’s just the whiskey talkin’ on a Saturday night


Verse 2

You wake late and you’re all black and blue

And you try to remember why that cops had you

You got a fat ticket and some broken lights

It was the whiskey talking on a Saturday night


Middle 8

You little brown bottle you burn like you should 

And just like woman you taste so good 

I took a little stumble through the neighbourhood

An every gal I swear they looked so good