My Whiskey Girl

She's football and beers on Saturday. Sundress and pearls for church on Sunday.

Her mama swears she raised her right, but that girl ain't afraid to

cuss and fight. She loves her champagne and lemonade. She's a first-class

lady, but country made. Diamonds in her ears and dirt on her boots.

Heart of gold, five-foot-four, pure attitude. She goes from high heels to

daisy dukes. Big city looks bathed in those southern roots. She'll sock you

in the eye while blessing your heart. I knew she was trouble right

from the start. She's my whiskey girl, one in a million.