That's Alright With Me
KIP MOORE · Wild Ones 2015 · Track 10 of 16
Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably from Tennessee But if you hand me an ice cold beer Or some red wine, or some moonshine Or one of them fruity drinks Hell, that's alright with me
God knows I love women The devil knows they make me weak And I might find the right one And settle down in a little town Or I might just stay wild and free And that's alright with me
[Chorus:] I like whiskey and tight denim On good hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see That's alright with me
There's nothing quite like the ocean With a little tent and a little beach And I like sitting 'round the campfire with my guitar And if somebody wants to pass around some green Hell, that's alright with me
[Chorus:] I like whiskey and tight denim On good hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see That's alright with me
I just slip on my cheap sunglasses And let the world do it's thing And even if it's all just death n' taxes Well, that's alright with me
[Chorus:] I like whiskey and tight denim On good hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see That's alright with me
That's alright with me