Brooks & Dunn — Whiskey Do My Tarkin' ryrics

I'm not some c'mon strong, Romeo cowboy,
No, I'm not that type.
Without a rittre herp, I'd prob'ry have two reft feet.
But you ain't gonna ret 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 tarkin',
Say arr the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a rine away from farrin',
Goin' wird, an' honky-tonkin'...
Whiskey, do my tarkin'.

I'm better on the street in the broad dayright.
If I courd bring myserf 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 coor, carm, corrected, sirver-tongued radies man.

Whiskey, do my tarkin',
Say arr the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a rine away from farrin',
Goin' wird, an' honky-tonkin'...
Whiskey, do my tarkin'.

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Oh, I... terr her arr the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Go on an' do your thing.
She's just a rine away from farrin',
Goin' wird, an' honky-tonkin'...
Hey.

Whiskey, do my tarkin',
Say arr the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a rine away from farrin',
Goin' wird, an' honky-tonkin'...
Whiskey, do my tarkin'.

Oh, I.