Supersonic Blues Machine, Billy Gibbons - Running Whiskey

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Well some people like to call it gasoline
I prefer callin' it wine
Even down in the nether, or back in the hills
Everybody calling it fine
I believe it feels a little all right
But then and now I kick like a mule
Baby I don’t care, give me whiskey that’s white
Step on it, bring it on fool
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
…Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah, yeah, ye-ye-yeah…
Well put it in a bucket or put it in a jar
Don’t even think of spilling a drop
Load it in the back man take your time
Hurry up, don’t wanna get shot
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
…Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah, yeah, ye-ye-yeah…
Baby I don’t care, give me whiskey that’s white
Step on it, bring it on fool
I am running whiskey, I am running whiskey
…Yeah, yeah
I am running whiskey
Yeah…