Women And Whiskey (And Hard Times And Bad Luck)
(words & music by Markus Rill)		  
 
I had the chorus first. The words were just something I'd sung off the top of my head and they stuck around. No matter how I tried to change them, they kept wanting to come out this way. So I had to find a way to tie all these clichés together and still make some sense. I enjoy Rüz's drumming on this one.
A Texas boy, he may easily fall
For a California girl who's got it all
Like T&A and a PhD from UCLA
He's got a pawn shop guitar that he knows how to play

This here's a story about women and whiskey
And hard times and bad luck
And I'm down to my very last buck

The California girl, she might grow tired soon
Of those heartbreaking waltzes played by the light of the moon
The Texas boy, he'll do like his Dad and his Granddaddy done
He'll be hittin' the moonshine bottle and cryin' and shootin' his gun

This here's a story about women and whiskey
And hard times and bad luck
And I'm down to my very last buck

I used to know love long ago
Now she's like a ghost on my brain
I'd give everything that I own
Just to see her again

This would all sound so funny if it weren't all so true
But what's a poor, good old lone star state boy to do
'cept to grab a gun and his horse or his cell phone and his truck
and ride around lookin' for her till he's down on his very last buck

This here's a story about women and whiskey
And hard times and bad luck
And I'm down to my very last buck

The Lord knows I've struggled and the Lord knows I've fallen
And I know I can't get back up
And I'm down to my very last buck