Whiskey'd Down Soul - 2:42

Whiskey'd Down Soul

I've been down,
I had a good look around.
I've been high-and-mighty and I've been mighty high
in damn near every bar in town.

Maybe I should settle down,
sure the change would do me good.
Here I'm still on the run,
still don't know what it's from,
and baby I wish that I could,
stay here with you,
and just let this old wicked angel fly.
Here in your arms I'll never do you you no harm,
I promise now.

It always happens to me,
when I find a place to call home.
And I pack up my suitcase and my whiskey down soul,
and I go where the cold wind blows,
I go where the cold wind blows.


I've been a dreamer all my life.
But I've tried to be good and strong.
When you're looking for something that never even was, you're beaten before you begun.
Boy I got some marks.
I couldn't wait to wear those scars.
Why I was so proud of the road I went down
is beyond me.

It always happens to me,
when I find a place to call home,
and I have to pack up my suitcase
and my whiskey'd down soul,
and I go where the cold wind blows,
I go where the cold wind blows,
I go where the cold wind blows,
I go where the cold wind blows...