Whiskey Road

You're sixeen and it's August on the hot plains of Montana
You climb down off the combine and you haul in the last load.
Then you meet down by the depot with friends you had since grade school
Set the gravel flyin', headin' down the Whiskey Road.

CHORUS:

	WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD), WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD)
	WE ALL TOOK A TRIP DOWN WHISKEY ROAD
	WE WERE MENACE WITHOUT MALICE
	WE WERE SELFISH, FAST AND CARELESS
	TOSSING BOTTLES OUT THE WINDOW
	WE HAD WILD OATS TO SOW
	WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD), WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD),
	GIVE ME ONE FINAL TRIP DOWN WHISKEY ROAD.

It's just an elevator with a grocery store and tavern
Dogs and cats and chickens, maybe half a hundred souls.
Five miles off the highway, state cops don't go that way
You can get there by a back way people call the Whiskey Road.

Old, confused or greedy, sometimes drunk or dumb or needy
They never check for ID, if you flash the cash, it's sold.
When the weekend comes on Friday and the boys all want to party
We'll chip in for a beer run, head on down the Whiskey Road

	CHORUS

When you're strong and young and clever you just know you'll live forever
Goin' ninety miles an hour 'round a blind curve without lights.
Topping stubbies off with whiskey, life is sweeter when it's risky
Never thinking about the home folks waiting up for you at night

LAST CHORUS: 

	WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD), WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD)
	WE ALL TOOK A TRIP DOWN WHISKEY ROAD
	WE WERE MENACE WITHOUT MALICE
	WE WERE SELFISH, FAST AND CARELESS
	TOSSING BOTTLES OUT THE WINDOW
	WE HAD WILD OATS TO SOW
	WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD), WHISKEY ROAD (WHISKEY ROAD),
	WE ALL TOOK A TRIP DOWN WHISKEY ROAD
	GIVE ME ONE FINAL TRIP DOWN WHISKEY ROAD.