(Chorus) If the whiskey don't kill me, I don't know what will you can catch me in the city, catch me in the hills catch me rolling down the river, smokin' on a swisher picture perfect as the winner...
Everybody down in Houston calls him Texas Everybody way up north calls him cornbread You should've heard the way that his mama called him "baby" Daddy called him "boy", his friends...
We're back from the battle and looking for fun We're tired and we're sore and we're parched from the sun We need barmaids and liquor before we must run Here's to women and whiskey and war! So it's...
As I watch the sun Set slowly I hold back the tears And I can't help but wonder Why the lord had to put me here Caused I've raised hell All night long And I've seen a good Man go wrong And I can't...