Brown Liquor

When I drink brown liquor, I get crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run I get t-t-tongue tied and I lose my mind And everything comes undone N.C. It's hard to explain how it bends my brain When it's a-swimming in my blood When I drink brown liquor, I go crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run, run, run I can chug a lug on a big beer mug I can win the blue ribbon every time On rum and coke, I tell real good jokes And I hardly ever cross that line I can shoot tequila till all I feel-a Is one big happy buzz But if you see me starting on the Jim or the Jack Or the Crown then you better run Cause... When I drink brown liquor, I get crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run I get t-t-tongue tied and I lose my mind And everything comes undone It's hard to explain how it bends my brain When it's a-swimming in my blood When I drink brown liquor, I go crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run, run, run I'm a pretty good guy most Saturday night Sitting back and sipping on suds And I do just fine on homemade wine And I never think of shooting my gun Yeah, I'm A-Okay when the band is playing Pop a top again But when I start to slurp that devil in a jug That's when my trouble begins Cause... When I drink brown liquor, I get crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run N.C. I get t-t-tongue tied and I lose my mind And everything comes undone It's hard to explain how it bends my brain When it's a-swimming in my blood When I drink brown liquor, I go crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run, run, run