Well, I woke up this mornin' tastin'
Jim
B, old
Ed
Nielsen, some old boy's drink, got
a bad reputation.
Yes, I made live wire like
my whiskey on ice
And my women on fire
From
Memphis to
Mobile I played all the dives
An d
God knows I'm lucky just to still be alive
I'm an all -around rebel
and I won't be denied
My whiskey on ice and my women
on fire
And I like my whiskey on ice,
my wo men on fire
Like a good sounding guitar
won't be called a liar
Spend many long nights
with a burning desire
For my whiskey on ice, my women,
my women on fire
Some folks talk about me,
I guess they al ways will
They think I've had an easy ride,
it's all been downhill
What they don't think about
and what they don't realize
Is the shoes that I'm feelin'
are mighty big -sized
One night in
Atlanta, I tried to take my life
Cause my friends had all left
me and so had my wife
Fast ride to
Augusta made me realize
I had whiskey on ice
And some sweet
Georgia peaches on fire
And I like my whiskey on ice,
my women on fire
Like a good sounding guitar
won't be caught alive
Spent many long nights
with a burning desire
For my whiskey on ice
Women, my women on
fire
I like my whiskey on ice,
women on fire
Like a good feeling guitar,
won't be called a lie
I may grow old, but I never grow tired
Of my whiskey on ice
Women, my women on fire
I gotta have them on fire,
my women on fire.