Whiskey Burnin’ Woman

(whoo!) You bought that round like you bought my time Sitting high and

mighty thinking you could cross the line Spilling top-shelf bourbon on my

Lucchese boots Talking sweet talk,

honey, but I don't give a damn or hoot

I take my whiskey straight and I don't bite my tongue

So wipe that cocky grin right off your face You're barking up

the wrong damn tree in this place (listen up now)

'Cause I ain't your kind of girl,

boy, don't you see

No pretty little puppet on a silver string for me I drink

pure burnin' whiskey, leave you in the dirt

A hell of a woman and I know what I'm worth Go

on and pack your bullshit up and hit the road

I ain't your kind of girl to take home!

You thought a big belt buckle and a pickup truck

Would buy you my attention,

well you're out of luck

I run my own show,

cash my own pay

Ain't looking for a savior to save my day You're just another

lightweight talking way too tall

So step aside, mister,

don't test my fuse

I've got zero damn patience left to lose

'Cause I ain't your kind of girl,

boy, don't you see

No pretty little puppet on a silver string for me I drink

pure burnin' whiskey,

leave you in the dirt A hell of a woman and I

know what I'm worth Go on and pack your bullshit up and

hit the road

I ain't your kind of girl to take home!

'Cause I ain't your kind of girl,

boy, look at me!

Wilder than a mustang running proud and free!

I sip my whiskey raw,

raise a whole lot of hell Got a story only highway wind

can tell So

pack your bullshit up and hit the damn road No,

I ain't your kind of girl to take home!

(hell no!)

(I told you so,

boy!)

(ain't your kind of girl!)