Lyrics
Verse 1
I got a cabin off the county roadWhere the creek runs slow and the cold wind blowsMy shelf's full up with old brown glassAin't much in life that I can't passI drink it neat, I drink it slowFrom Louisiana to IdahoAnd I don't mind what the bottle findsIf it burns my throat, I call it fine
Pre‑Chorus
When the night gets longI don't change my songI know what I likeAnd I like it all
Chorus
Whiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsIf it burns, if it bitesI still call it mineWhiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsLet 'em run wild with me'Til the moon goes blindWhiskey of all kinds
Verse 2
I like lace and denim, boots and curlsA preacher's daughter and a honky-tonk girlTall ones, short ones, sweet or meanAin't one kind of trouble I ain't seenI take my luck with a steady handWork all week, then I cash that planIf they call me rough, I wear that crown'Cause I was made for this dirt-town sound
Pre‑Chorus
When the night gets longI don't change my songI know what I likeAnd I like it all
Chorus
Whiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsIf it burns, if it bitesI still call it mineWhiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsLet 'em run wild with me'Til the moon goes blindWhiskey of all kinds
Bridge
Some boys chase a polished lifeI chase a laugh and a spark and strifeGive me a porch, give me a rideGive me something that feels alive
Final Chorus
Whiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsIf it burns, if it bitesI still call it mineWhiskey of all kindsWomen all kindsLet 'em run wild with me'Til the moon goes blindWhiskey of all kinds