Highway Bros - Whiskey Girl Lyrics

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring a little tattoo
Somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
Four on the floor, and you ought to 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 bandanna 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
Oh she's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring a little tattoo
Somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
Four on the floor, and you ought to 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 bandanna 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, 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 plain
She's my little whiskey Girl
Oh she's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough