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Red Wine and Whiskey
Got my girl in the front seat of this Country Cadillac
A bottle in a brown paper sack
Uncle Kracker on the radio
We're creepin' hard, cause she likes to take it slow
She's an uptown lady, just a backwoods girl
Has a french manicure while skinnin' a squirrel
Victoria's Secret under a pair of faded jeans
Make a Pope kick out stained glass window
If you know what I mean
She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey
My baby loves my country drawl
Corrects all the things I say
Don't have a degree on the wall
Just an old tractor and lazy hound
She's always there to answer when I call
Down on the farm we can be found
She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey
A bottle in a brown paper sack
Uncle Kracker on the radio
We're creepin' hard, cause she likes to take it slow
She's an uptown lady, just a backwoods girl
Has a french manicure while skinnin' a squirrel
Victoria's Secret under a pair of faded jeans
Make a Pope kick out stained glass window
If you know what I mean
She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey
My baby loves my country drawl
Corrects all the things I say
Don't have a degree on the wall
Just an old tractor and lazy hound
She's always there to answer when I call
Down on the farm we can be found
She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey
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