Song Length |
2:47 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - General |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
"Whiskey, Women & Weed" Yves Stilmant © 2025
[Verse 1a]
I got a pickup full of empty cans
A hound dog that don't give a damn
My cousin Earl's got a moonshine still
We crank it up at the top of the hill
[Verse 1b]
Sally left me for a rodeo clown
But I ain't cried, just doubled down
On Friday nights with that mason jar
And a girl named Lou in my grandpa's car
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama said, "Boy, you need to pray"
I said, "I tried, but the preacher ran away"
[Chorus]
Whiskey, women, and a little green weed
That's all a country fool like me needs
Got a banjo buzz and a beer can hat
Ain't got class but I'm fine with that
If I go down, I'll go with a grin
Runnin' from the law in my cousin's twin
[Verse 2a]
Granny's got a stash in a biscuit tin
Says, "It ain't wrong if you don't get caught again"
There's a raccoon livin' in the outhouse seat
He's mean as hell but he don't bite feet
[Verse 2b]
Darlene's dancin' in a Walmart lot
Wearing daisy dukes and a camo top
She once won Miss Duck Call Queen
With a bottle of Jack and a trampoline
[Pre-Chorus]
Uncle Jim's got parole on Tuesday
But tonight we're gettin' loose in the usual way
[Chorus]
Whiskey, women, and a little green weed
That's all a country fool like me needs
Got a buzz so high I can't find my truck
But the dog's got keys and a tail full of luck
If I go broke, I'll barter with beans
Runnin' moonshine back through New Orleans
[Bridge]
Ain't got sense but I got a plan
Get rich off a YouTube van
With a jug band crew and a goat named Steve
We'll tour the South till they make us leave
[Double Chorus]
Whiskey, women, and a little green weed
That's all a redneck heart will ever need
Got a six-string fried on chicken grease
Still can't spell "misdemeanor" at least
But I'm alright, yeah I'm just fine
Livin' that freedom in a straight line
Whiskey, women, and a little green weed
That's all a redneck heart will ever need
Got a six-string fried on chicken grease
Still can't spell "misdemeanor" at least
But I'm alright, yeah I'm just fine
Livin' that freedom in a straight line
[Outro]
So raise your jar, let's misbehave
We'll laugh 'til they put us in a shallow grave
Whiskey, women, and weed, amen
We'll do it all tomorrow again