"Whiskey Vocals"... an original song by Nashville lyricist Greg Halvorson

An original song - inspired by grit-granny Tanya Tucker - from lyricist-empiricist-recidivist, Greg "Three Yards And A Cloud Of Dust" Halvorson... All rights reserved -- penalty for copywrite violation: repeated blows with a giant frozen salami to the head. Contact for lyric collaboration, sharing... Yee-HAA. :)

"Whiskey Vocals"

She’s got whiskey vocals but don’t know it,
and she can ride herd all day
Seen more sunsets than a flower,
seen the lightning and the rain

Been downwind from many troubles
Buried Papa, Mama, too
Seen her stallion on the prairie,
run and vanish in the blue

You might see her in the town, buyin’ tack, a few supplies
You might see her kickin’ dust, some ol’ backroad on the fly
Smokes em to the filter, snuffs em out beneath her toes
Boots of snakeskin by the river… She killed that rattler years ago

Yeah, she knows when to fold em, knows when to bluff
And she knows the price of silence is never price enough
And she knows there is a God, sees the wonder every day
But then there is a sadness, and why she cannot say

She’s got whiskey vocals but don’t know it,
and she can ride herd all day
Seen more sunsets than a flower, seen the lightning and the rain
Her lips are bullet red, like her attitude
And if she’s runnin hot, deep inside she’s cool

Said ‘I do” now twice, says I don’t declare,
that love turns Spin the Bottle into Truth or Dare
Smokes em to the filter, snuffs em out beneath her toes
Boots of snakeskin by the river… She killed that rattler years ago

Boots of snakeskin by the river… She killed that rattler yeeears ago