Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lights off, pick her up and you can't stall When she hops in, better put the balls to the wall Now the lights on, daddy's up, calling up the law Boy, you bound to get caught in a town this small But you know that I'm a sucker for some tanned-up legs Gripping on to a bottle and a pack of cigarettes Let alone she fine as a country girl gets Them backseat stories make a grown man sweat No, you can't stop a rebel when the devil riding shotgun Popping the top and then run [Chorus; Brian King] When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck And you don't want to get caught Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up By hеr mean daddy or the law Sipping on something, tryna gеt a few kisses I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business That whiskey business [Verse 2: Clay Sharpe] Way down yonder on that red dirt Where them old pine trees just sway I had to cover up with the bed skirt Me and her barely got away Her mean daddy running with a shotty in his hands I thought we was both just finished With a bird shot door and the pedal to the floor From now on, I'ma mind my whiskey business [Chorus; Brian King] Got a little dime bag riding in your truck And you don't want to get caught Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up By her mean daddy or the law Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business That whiskey business [Bridge] Oh, shit What the f— Boy, I done told your ass to stay away from my daughter Get your drunk ass on, I got something [Chorus; Brian King] When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck And you don't want to get caught Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up By her mean daddy or the law Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business That whiskey business