Whiskey Makes You Frisky Song Lyrics. Web my daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky he'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' son its way to dry it clouds up in the city, the weather man complains but where i come from, rain is a good. And i want to know you pretty baby.
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Baby the whiskey got me feelin' frisky. Drink it down ! elements of the traditional song were used in drink it down, a. It makes you cry have you ever needed somethin' so bad you can't sleep at night. Web here's to the good old whiskey, for it makes you feel so frisky, drink it down ! Web whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky back roads are cloggin' up my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our hunnies down we'll take 'em in the town start washin' all our. Web whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town start washin' all our worries. Web *!!i do not own!!*this is a song by luke bryan, rain is a good thing, with lyrics. Web you strut around the room and act like i'm not even there (most times you're not) you slur your words and paw at every rich man through the door if i want a taste that. Oh it's beer, beer, beer that makes you want to cheer on the farm, on the farm it's beer, beer, beer that makes you want to. But come crawling back to whiskey and you i never asked you.
Web *!!i do not own!!*this is a song by luke bryan, rain is a good thing, with lyrics. Web [verse 2] i am an ulster man a goddamn liberal a man of reason oh the little things we tell ourselves to give us back a bit of meaning i mean god's been dead for a. Web baby i know myself. Web [verse 1] my daddy spent his life looking up at the sky he'd cuss, kick the dust, saying son it's way too dry it clouds up in the city, the weather man complains but where. Web c d g it makes me think of things i never thought about at all. Lord, i wanna go back down there. It makes you cry have you ever needed somethin' so bad you can't sleep at night. Web whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky back roads are cloggin' up my buddies pile up in my truck we hunt our hunnies down we'll take 'em in the town start washin' all our. Web you strut around the room and act like i'm not even there (most times you're not) you slur your words and paw at every rich man through the door if i want a taste that. Web make yourself at home don't you think you oughta call me on the phone before you come around pour yourself a whisky if you have a thirst if it makes you frisky i guess i'll. Web i have, hey, not, ho, brought my specks with me.
