Whiskey Nights

The neon lights are flickering shining up the old wood floor

The crowd is getting thicker as folks come through the door

Old Joe's behind the counter pouring drinks strong and neat

We're here to have a good time let the night just take the lead

So raise your glass let's make a toast

To the memories we love the most

We'll dance until the morning light

On these good old whiskey nights

Boots are stomping in the sawdust guitars are wailing loud

Everyone's a friend tonight in this rollicking crowd