Grab your purse
we're headed down the road
Where the whisper winds
will blow away your load
100 years of history's calling
and I can't wait til night is falling
to bring me what I'm wanting
Chorus
100 Green back dollar bills
little tin boxes for your pills
we're going up above the hills, my darling
A knife to cut the bottle cork
a raincoat keeps away the storm
I took the weekend off of work my darling
V2
And I don’t know how much better
It can get
You say you can taste the whiskey
All soaked up in your cigarette
Well if there's one thing I know for certain
The whiskey takes away the hurtin'
Well take my hand
And put in your hand
Chorus
So let this fire
Burn all through the night