Whiskey On Her Lips

I'll tell you that red dress swinging in a brimstone lamp Bootstorm time on that solder's floor When she walks in, boys, forget the door She leans in clothes, smile, crooked and slick Says, you won't trouble, baby, come get your fix One little kiss and my good sense slips I taste fire and smoke, whiskey on a lip She got a whiskey on her lips and a yellow lane Sweet like honey, but she burning in between Every little kiss got me losing my grip To my heart like I'm three shots in She don't need no bottle, she don't need no sip I get all I can handle From the whiskey on her lips Mama, warm sun, she's the wrong kind of rite The kind that'll keep you up, chasing the night Mama never felt that slow lane sway When she pulls me close and the band starts to play She sings off key to a jukebox him I say same while her hands say same I said girl one more but my guard just trips Cause one more turns to ten with that Every little kiss got me losing my grip I'm drunk on that woman from the whiskey on the lips Yeah, I was standing up straight now, I sway and dip Storming through my heart like I'm three shots in She don't need no bottle, she don't need no sip I'll trade these borrowed knives for a little piece of land She'll be barefoot in the kitchen Hair up high, still driving me crazy With a wink of her eye Kids in bed house quiet, lights all low She'll pour two fingers of that old brown glow But I won't need the glass when she leans in quick Cause my favorite kind of whiskey Still lives on her lips She got whiskey on her lips And my name in her heart Little bit of danger in a sweet work of art Every single kiss got me losing my grip I'm forever gone on that whiskey On her lips, yeah I was fine on my own Now I'm all in here Like a long slow pull from a top shelf She's my pride, my joy, my...