Running Whiskey Songtext
von Supersonic Blues Machine

Well some people like to call it gasoline
I prefer callin′ it wine
Even down in the nether, or back in the hills
Everybody calling it fine
I believe it feels a little all right
But then and now I kick like a mule
Baby I don't care, give me whiskey that′s white
Step on it, bring it on fool
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
...Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah, yeah, ye-ye-yeah...


Well put it in a bucket or put it in a jar
Don't even think of spilling a drop
Load it in the back man take your time
Hurry up, don't wanna get shot
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
...Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah, yeah, ye-ye-yeah...

Baby I don′t care, give me whiskey that′s white
Step on it, bring it on fool
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
...Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah...