Whiskey Do My Talkin’

I'm not some c'mon strong, Romeo cowboy,

No, I'm not that type.

Without a little help, I'd prob'ly have two left feet.

But you ain't gonna let that happen tonight.

Turn up that jukebox, sit me at the bar.

I promised her the moon, you throw in the stars.

Whiskey, do my talkin',

Say all the things I can't.

Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,

Oh, go on an' do your thing.

She's just a line away from fallin',

Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'...

Whiskey, do my talkin'.

I'm better on the street in the broad daylight.

If I could bring myself to speak or get a word out right.

But you put me in a bar-room, you put a drink in my hand...

I'm a cool, calm, collected, silver-tongued ladies man.

Whiskey, do my talkin',

Say all the things I can't.

Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,

Oh, go on an' do your thing.

She's just a line away from fallin',

Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'...

Whiskey, do my talkin'.

Oh, I... tell her all the things I can't.

Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,

Go on an' do your thing.

She's just a line away from fallin',

Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'...

Hey.

Whiskey, do my talkin',

Say all the things I can't.

Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,

Oh, go on an' do your thing.

She's just a line away from fallin',

Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'...

Whiskey, do my talkin'.

Oh, I.