Lyrics
Verse 1
She walked in wearing Sunday redLeft her coat on the chair by the jukeboxSaid, “You look like trouble, friend”I said, “Honey, you look like a long night”I had one pour, then I had twoShe laughed and stole the cherry from my glassEvery minute made her newLike a good story getting better when you ask
Pre‑Chorus
One more round, let the room lean inHer hand in mine, that crooked grin
Chorus
Whiskey and women just get better with ageThe more you pour, the more they turn the pageA little more time, a little more flameThey get sweeter, bolder, harder to tameWhiskey and women, let the good stuff stayThe more you have, the better they get every day
Verse 2
She knows the back road past the millWhere the county line sign is hanging sidewaysShe can make a quiet man spillEvery secret he was saving for a rainy dayThat bottle’s low, but she’s still strongShe’s got a way of making midnight lastIf loving her is doing wrongI’ll wear that trouble like a faded hat
Pre‑Chorus
One more round, let the room lean inHer hand in mine, that crooked grin
Chorus
Whiskey and women just get better with ageThe more you pour, the more they turn the pageA little more time, a little more flameThey get sweeter, bolder, harder to tameWhiskey and women, let the good stuff stayThe more you have, the better they get every day
Bridge
Just her voice and that steel guitarTwo empty glasses, one old barShe said, “Don’t waste the night on regret”I said, “Darlin’, I ain’t finished yet”
Final Chorus
Whiskey and women just get better with ageThe more you pour, the more they turn the pageA little more time, a little more flameThey get sweeter, bolder, harder to tameWhiskey and women, let the good stuff stayThe more you have, the better they get every day
Outro
Better every dayYeah, better every dayPour it up, hold her closeThat’s how a Texas night oughta go