Whiskey Row

take it out in diamonds, take it out in blood
buy it by the bottle, get down in the mud
we all got something that we crave
bring you down from glory, make you a slave

the highway runs…

I don't need religion, I don't need no cure
I just need a good girl and I'll be sure
so roll it over and turn it around
when you're ready you can lay it down

the highway runs…

you can throw away hearts, you can throw away spades
try to win back the fortune that I just made
you can pick your poison or let it choose you
I just need a good girl knows what to do

the highway runs into the night
it don't matter, you turn left or right
how you get there nobody knows
you gonna wind up down on whiskey row