Lyrics:
Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
We hit all the hotspots
Hey, my money flowed like wine
'Til the lowdown
hide from you at all
[Chorus]
Tennessee, you don't make the whiskey
California, you don't make the wine
And Mexico, you don't make tequila
Strong
If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug,
Put whiskey, wine and gin within,
And shake it all up and then begin.
Whiskey and wine
Cheap thrills and movies
Strip poker by candle light
Dance floors until the sunrise
No lights, no camera
Lit up by the starlight
Strange
And there's a little wine stain on the pocket
Of your white cotton thread (ah-ah)
Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy
And you know I don't drink red
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
a crime
Convicted of running
On rock and roll time
[Chorus:]
I said rock and roll time
Please take me away
To the whiskey and wine
Of some better
changing too
Rivers of whiskey and bloody Mary mornings
Were causing my plans to fall through
But when I was down, I met me an angel
Flying too close
Convicted of running on rock and roll time
Rock and roll time please take me away
To the whiskey and wine of some better day
If sometimes it seems I'm
other lovers' names
And I could feel her restless mind
Calling out for love at crying time
Whiskey, wine and cheap perfume all those crowded bars
Sipping on a whiskey drink yeah it really makes me think
About all your things sitting by the kitchen sink
Wish you'd come pick em up cause I'm sick
I complained arranged seating at the meeting left me eating by a heathen
Who dropped his keys in my soup
It was the last of it too
My salty soup
What
yet;in my deepest part of heart;am still excited fire sparked
Am with my whiskey by my side;
I think am ready for my stand,
So if you tell me THIS!
days I travelled to get over her
Five beers, four whiskeys and three wines
Too much of wanting what is overdue
One road that stretches out for miles
The mistress of the night has a heart of wealth
The cards are dealt
Swimming in a crystalpool of whiskey, is where you find yourself
Not by yourself,
I'm the son from Mars
Five on the nine and the whiskey's dry
I take the toast at the diner with the Marmalade
I Count my change by the window watching
wanna light one up though I put em down years ago
Especially on one of these nights
When the whiskey's got me feeling just right
Old habits die hard
water
Pulled up to a bar on the outskirt of town
I met this girl sitting at the bar by herself, though
She said her name's Victoria
I can't decide whether
When I get married, if I ever do
Don't give me a diamond, it's something I'll lose
I'll get red wine on me by the end of the night
So I don't
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
The old Nashville cowboy was
Burdened with time
He was bent by his years and
The fight with the wine
With a head full of music
And an old nursery
ship I'm in
But death just don't seem to have a place for those that stay drunk on whiskey, wine and gin
You see I die a constant death over and over
at the market
For money to spend on some wine
They always cross through at the seven mile bridge
Except when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious
starts to shine,
You bring the weed, we'll bring the whiskey and the wine
And we can pass it all around, until it's all gone,
Put a message in the bottle,
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