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| Heat, by Bill Buford |
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June 06, 2005
Whiskey On Ice
This song reminds me of my friend TF6S. Well, hopefully not the suicide bit in the last verse. However, if you don't go read his site, he may have some of those tendencies.
Whiskey On Ice is an an old Hank Williams, Jr. tune. Bocephus is a character with whom TF6S would never associate himself, but they do share two things in common; they both enjoy their whiskey on ice and their women on fire.
Posted by kyle at June 6, 2005 11:22 PMWoke up this morning tasting Jim Beam
Holding the answer to some ole boy's dream
Got a bad reputation yes I’m a live wire
Like my whiskey on ice
and my women on fireFrom Memphis to Mobile I’ve played all the dives
Lord knows I’m lucky just still be alive
I’m an all around rebel and I won’t be denied
Of my whiskey on ice and my women on fireI like my whiskey on ice and my women on fire
I like a good sounded guitar and I won’t be called a liar
Spent many long nights with a burning desire
for my whiskey on ice and my women on fireSome folks talk about me guess they always will
They think it’s been an easy ride
and all been down hill
What they dont think about what they dont realize
is the shoes that I’m filling are a mighty big size
One night in Nashville tried to take my life
Cause my friends had all left me and so had my wife
But a fast ride to Florida made me realize
I had some whiskey on ice and some Florida women on fireI like my whiskey on ice and my women on fire
I like a good sounded guitar and I won’t be called a liar
Spent many long nights with a burning desire
for my whiskey on ice and my women on fireI like my whiskey on ice and my women on fire
I like a good feelin guitar and I won’t be called a liar
I may grow old but I’ll never grow tired
Of my whiskey on ice and my women on fire
