Whiskey And A Six-String
Album: Roadhouse Rock
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Whiskey and a Six-String
People try to tell me I ain't good enough
Forget about the Jones', I ain't into keeping up
Cause I got my glass of whiskey and a '57 six-string in my hand
Some day when I'm an old man, you'll still find me here
Covered up in tattoos, old boots and long gray hair
Smoking packs of cigarettes and ripping any blues song that I can
Just need a glass of whiskey and my '57 six-string in my hand
See this suit and tie man with the gold around his wrist
Running for the money, killing all the time he's missed
You'll find me in a smoky bar, I'll be up there just rocking with the band
I'll have that glass of whiskey and my '57 six-string in my hand
So dim those lights, yeah I'm ready to roll
Let me show you what I'm talking about
Let me hear you baby
I'll have that glass of whiskey and my '57 six-string in my hand


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