Makin' A Poor Country Man Outta Me Lyrics

From the back roads to the stars, it's where you and I roam

Making a poor country boy out of me

Finding freedom in your eyes, just let it be

You light up the wildest fire, can't you see

Making a poor country boy out of me

Every swig and every chase, a blaze in the dark

Chugging of us memories, igniting that spark

With you every moment's a thrill, never the same

You and I, play by our own in this rule breaking game

Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery

She's out there every night and she sure ain't drinking tea

I love that woman, she's the best one that I had

But she's got this habit now, and it sure is getting bad

That whiskey drinking woman, is making a poor man out of me

She's got bottles in the kitchen, even got them in my bed

Most times I see her now she's three parts out of her head

Don't know where I went wrong, I sure tried to treat her right

But it sure upsets me seeing her juiced up every night

That whiskey drinking woman, is making a poor man out of me

I got to solve this problem won't you help me find the key

The way that things are going I'll have to buy the distillery

She just stands there smiling, with a whiskey in each hand

Got to think of something, don't know how much I can stand

That whiskey drinking woman, is making a poor man out of me

Got to get myself together start working something now

Maybe if I tried some booze, I'd know what it's about

I love that woman she's the best one that I had

But she's got this problem now, and it sure is getting bad

That whiskey drinking woman, is making a poor man out of me

Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery

She's out there every night and she sure ain't drinking tea

I love that woman she's the best one that I had