Whiskey Girl – Toby Keith

Introduction:

Whiskey Girl is a quintessential country track by the iconic American singer-songwriter, Toby Keith. Released in 2004 as the third and final single from his 2003 album Shock’n Y’all, the song quickly became a fan favorite, solidifying Keith’s status as a leading figure in the contemporary country music scene.

Produced by the dynamic duo of Toby Keith and James Stroud, Whiskey Girl is a classic example of the redneck rock subgenre. With its driving rhythm, catchy melody, and witty lyrics, the song perfectly captures the spirit of carefree living and Southern pride. Keith’s signature vocal style, characterized by its raw energy and unmistakable twang, delivers the song’s message with authenticity and conviction.

While Whiskey Girl did not achieve the same level of chart-topping success as some of Keith’s other hits, it nonetheless resonated with a wide audience and remains a staple of his live performances. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its infectious energy and relatable themes, which have solidified its place in the country music canon.

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Lyrics:

“Whiskey Girl”

Don’t my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tattoo somewhere in between
She only shows to meHey we’re going out dancin’ she’s ready tonight
So damn good-lookin’ boys it ain’t even right
And when the bartender says for the lady
What’s it gonna be?
I tell him manShe ain’t into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain’t enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more pain
She’s my little whiskey girl
She’s my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like ’em rough

Baby got a ’69 mustang
Four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it’s away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don’t care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin’ there singin’ every song on the radio

She ain’t into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain’t enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more pain
She’s my little whiskey girl
She’s my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like ’em rough

No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain’t enough good burn in tequila
She needs somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more pain
She’s my little whiskey girl
She’s my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like ’em rough

Whoa she’s my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like ’em rough
Yeah, I like ’em rough
I like ’em rough