Whiskey Do My Talkin'

I'm not some c'mon strong, Romeo cowboy, 
No, I'm not that type. 
Without a little help, I'd prob'ly have two left feet. 
But you ain't gonna let that happen tonight. 
Turn up that jukebox, sit me at the bar. 
I promised her the moon, you throw in the stars. 

Whiskey, do my talkin', 
Say all the things I can't. 
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend, 
Oh, go on an' do your thing. 
She's just a line away from fallin', 
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'... 
Whiskey, do my talkin'. 

I'm better on the street in the broad daylight. 
If I could bring myself to speak or get a word out right. 
But you put me in a bar-room, you put a drink in my hand... 
I'm a cool, calm, collected, silver-tongued ladies man. 

Whiskey, do my talkin', 
Say all the things I can't. 
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend, 
Oh, go on an' do your thing. 
She's just a line away from fallin', 
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'... 
Whiskey, do my talkin'. 

[Instrumental Break] 

Oh, I... tell her all the things I can't. 
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend, 
Go on an' do your thing. 
She's just a line away from fallin', 
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'... 
Hey. 

Whiskey, do my talkin', 
Say all the things I can't. 
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend, 
Oh, go on an' do your thing. 
She's just a line away from fallin', 
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin'... 
Whiskey, do my talkin'. 

Oh, I.