Tucker Beathard - Whiskey in a Wine Gla** lyrics

[Verse One] When daddy's little angel with her mama's eyes Came rolling up straight from the city lights In a brand new Beemer not made to drive These dirt roads I couldn't give myself one reason why A girl like her would be stopping by A blue collar town on a Friday night Yeah, I didn't know Until she closed down our little hole-in-the-wall Answering that last call She's [Chorus] A little white trash Little bit of high cla** Splash of jack You better watch your back She's a sundress, hot mess Living on the edge Riding both sides of the tracks She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey In a wine gla** [Verse Two] She likes burning up smoke everywhere she goes From her Marlboro Reds' to the county roads Yeah, the cover of her book don't make no sense at all Until she pulls back into that picket fence house She's lightening up the truth so it don't come out Mama don't know Daddy don't see That side of her that screams [Repeat Chorus] [Bridge] I used to see those angel wings Now they're starting to shed And that halo above her head Is only hanging on by a thread [Chorus 2] Cause she's a little white trash Little bit of high cla** Splash of jack You better watch your back She's a sundress, hot mess Living on the edge Riding both sides of the tracks She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey Yeah whiskey, whiskey, whiskey She's whiskey, whiskey, whiskey In a wine gla** Yeah, in a wine gla**