Whiskey Brown - Mike Dean

Well she was her daddy’s girl

Sweet child

He worked the oil rigs He raised horses on the side

Down at the ol pole track they’d run the quarter mile

She loved to watch the one that they call Whiskey Brown

Casino’s came into the edge of town

They brought the thoroughbreds in and they closed the quarter pole down

That old man he just couldn’t afford all these horses now

So he had to auction off four but he brought home Whiskey Brown

And she’d say Whiskey, Whiskey Brown

Oh how I love to hear your hoof steps comin around

I can hear you gallop across the acorn covered ground

Oh my favorite sound Is sweet Whiskey Brown

(haven't figured it out yet)

Well she looks back now, on her childhood days

And her little boy’s so different than she was in so many ways

Raised in the country but she lives in the city now

Well she likes to take her little man to visit grandpa

Yeah and to ride ol Whiskey Brown

And she’d say Whiskey, Whiskey Brown

Yeah I’m so glad to have you still around

My lil boy on your back and you both look so proud

My sweet Whiskey, Whiskey Brown

Repeat Chorus 1

Yeah my favorite sound

Is sweet Whiskey Brown