Whitford-St. Holmes

Whiskey Woman

by Whitford/St. Holmes

on Whitford-St. Holmes

You never take my money
You never drive my cars
You've always had the good life
You never wished upon a star

No one will change your evil ways
You've got this groove you seem to dig
Well, your drinking's not a problem
Just a mere solution
Or some sort of means to an end

Looks like another whiskey woman
Never going home again
Looks like another whiskey woman
Elbows to the bar again
Watch it

She's got this thing about young lovers
Never knowing where they've been
She'll need no frustration
Or small conversation
She's never gonna see you again

No one will change your evil ways
You've got this groove you seem to dig
Well, your drinking's not a problem
Just a mere solution
Or some sort of means to an end

Looks like another whiskey woman
Never going home again
Looks like another whiskey woman
Elbows to the bar again
Watch it

She don't need complications
To her it's pretty simple
She'll always wash her problems away
But she never takes advice
She listens once or twice
Then she goes and does it her own way

You're sinking in your splendon
You drink like a contender
You do it to yourself every day,
Well, stop this cheap amusement
All this self abusement
Before your parents send you away

You're just another whiskey woman
Never going home again
You're just another whiskey woman
Never looking where you've been

You're just another whiskey woman
Never going home again
You're just another whiskey woman
Elbows to the bar again
What's with you
Have another drink, baby..