Owen Young - Straight Rye Whisky Lyrics

Straight rye whisky talks sweet to me
She doesn't fuss about where I should be
Others whispering in my ear
Tell me the kinda things I ought'a hear
Like you're not too bright, you're not so wise
In fact you're not very useful just like a whole lot of guys
But for now I'm on a winning streak
As she floats with me down the Forty Creek
On my own
White line fever keeps me far from home
Cheap motels, looney vibrating beds
These six old friends playing in my head
Your life is chaos I hear them say
With haphazard love along most of the way
It's the kind of truth they try to make me see
When straight rye whisky's talking sweet to me
People I've known have been pretty good
With a few exceptions l'd forget if I could
I might stay on the road and pretend I'm free
But I don't think that's who I really want to be
Searching for nothing wears a little thin
It kinda explains the ragged shape I'm in
But for now there's no place I'd rather be
Than with straight rye whisky talking sweet to me
She had gypsy charm
She was a woman from my dreams
But she came and went like an ether queen
She threw me a lifeline then cut the rope
Left me spinning in the current on a sinking boat
But now I'm back on a winning streak
Floating free down the Forty Creek
There's just nowhere else I'd rather be
Than with straight rye whisky talking sweet to me.