Red Wine And Whiskey Poem by Hugh Faulk

Red Wine and Whiskey
Got my girl in the front seat of this Country Cadillac
A bottle in a brown paper sack
Uncle Kracker on the radio
We're creepin' hard, cause she likes to take it slow

She's an uptown lady, just a backwoods girl
Has a french manicure while skinnin' a squirrel
Victoria's Secret under a pair of faded jeans
Make a Pope kick out stained glass window
If you know what I mean

She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey

My baby got a 4.0 GPA
She loves my country drawl
Corrects all the things I say
I don't have a degree on the wall
Just an old tractor and lazy red hound
She's always there to answer when I call
Down on the farm is where we'll be found

She's sweet, straight from the vine
Has the spirt of Tennessee moonshine
Her eyes are as bright as those big city lights
Her smile is as warm as a country summer's night
Addicted to the feelings I find
With just her hand in mine
But when she kisses me
It's like red wine and whiskey