Show me a bar with a good lookin' woman then just get out of my way Turn on the jukebox, I'll show you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots
Headin north on 101 Blastin Highway 61 I know every song Bob Dylan sung Yeah this old Mustang still can run Southern whiskey and berry wine
Grass is burnin', pulse is slow Drip by drip, my backward growth Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade Wine, song, women, birth This deflowered
All right, you guys feel funky tonight, ah yeah this is an old Memphis song, old Memphis song I used to smoke Five packs of cigarettes a day It was
' your smile Fillin' your time on small talk, cheap wine Knowing in your heart there was someplace That you'd rather be So right or wrong I wrote you this song
No get-back, nothin but a jail song A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined Damn
drunk men stagger, drunk men fall drunk men swear and that's not all quite often, they will urinate outdoors like widowed women, drunk men weep like
know wine, women And songs become a long locomotive for me, babe Oh yeah, that train be rollin' not me, I'm going Before wine and women turn into beer
Outcast, not knowing right from wrong Surrounded by women, wine and song Never still, always on the run Prince of the night, killing with a gun Now, he
power of gold The women are lovely the wine is superb But there's somethin' about the song That disturbs you The women are lovely, the wine is superb
and deers, pheasants, ducks and other pieces to roast by scalding firewood. Women in a ring, dance to the sound of gay melodies while bards are singing their songs
Put on your sheets and wreaths... follow in the footsteps of Caligula. Study the logic of Fatso Nero... wine, women and song. ''cause it's a modern day
it's real, and I still can't believe And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women We singing on
up on the buddy plan Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers Had a rockin' little three-piece band Yeah, we wrote a lot of songs about women
Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign Gettin' by on gettin' high on women, words and wine
women I never had Hey I don't mean to ever do nobody no wrong I was just born the son of a singers song I do things to make people mad I like women
Headin north on 101 Blastin Highway 61 I know every song Bob Dylan sung Yeah this old Mustang still can run Southern whiskey and berry wine but
flow When the game was mold I'ma hold my own, look at these women they wanna sing my song While they sing my song And they say my name, look at they