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Toby Keith – Whiskey Girl

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Introduction:

Whiskey Girl, a rollicking country anthem released in 2003, cemented singer-songwriter Toby Keith‘s status as a country music powerhouse. Keith, known for his rebellious streak and championing of the American working class, penned the song alongside up-and-coming artist Scotty Emerick and future country music superstar Chris Stapleton. Whiskey Girl wasn’t just another track on Keith’s already impressive discography; it became a cultural phenomenon, topping the Billboard Hot Country Singles and Tracks chart for a staggering six weeks. The song’s success transcended the genre, reaching number eleven on the prestigious Billboard Hot 100 chart, showcasing its widespread appeal. Whiskey Girl served as the second single released from Keith’s 11th studio album, Shock’n Y’all, solidifying the project’s commercial success.

While Whiskey Girl‘s catchy melody and energetic tempo undoubtedly contributed to its popularity, it was the relatable lyrics that truly resonated with listeners. The song depicts a woman, the narrator’s “little whiskey girl”, who embodies a down-to-earth, Southern charm. Her preference for whiskey over more mainstream drinks like wine or tequila creates a distinct persona that resonated with fans, particularly those who identified with a blue-collar lifestyle. Scotty Emerick, one of the song’s co-writers, elaborated on this concept, describing the “Whiskey Girl” as the epitome of someone who wouldn’t be caught dead with anything but whiskey. The song’s music video, directed by Michael Salomon, further solidified this image by portraying the titular character as the object of desire for a mechanic working at a local auto shop that Keith visits.

Whiskey Girl‘s impact extended far beyond the music charts. The song became a staple at Keith’s live concerts, igniting a crowd singalong every time. It also garnered significant radio airplay, solidifying Keith’s position as a country music mainstay. Whiskey Girl remains a beloved entry in Keith’s catalogue, a testament to his ability to craft songs that resonate with everyday people and capture the essence of American country life.

Video:

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Lyrics:

Don’t my baby look good in them blue jeans?Tight on the top with a belly button ring a little tattooSomewhere in betweenShe only shows to me
Hey we’re going out dancin’, she’s ready tonightSo damn good lookin’, boys, it ain’t even rightAnd when the bartender says“For the lady, what’s it gonna be?”I tell him man
She ain’t into wine and rosesBeer just makes her turn up her nose andShe can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagneNo Cuervo Gold MargaritasJust ain’t enough good burn in Tequila, she needsSomethin’ with a little more edge and a little more painShe’s my little whiskey girlShe’s my little whiskey girlMy Ragged on the edges girlAh, but I like ’em rough
Baby got a ’69 mustangFour on the floor and you ought to hear the pipes ringI jump behind the wheel and it’s away we goHey, I drive too fast, but she don’t careBlue bandanna tied all up in her hairJust sittin’ thereSingin’ every song on the radio
She ain’t into wine and rosesBeer just makes her turn up her nose andShe can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagneNo Cuervo Gold MargaritasJust ain’t enough good burn in Tequila, she needsSomethin’ with a little more edge and a little more painShe’s my little whiskey girlShe’s my little whiskey girlMy Ragged on the edges girlAh, but I like ’em rough
No Cuervo Gold MargaritasJust ain’t enough good burn in Tequila, she needsSomethin’ with a little more edge and a little more painShe’s my little whiskey girlOh, she’s my little whiskey girlMy Ragged on the edges girlAh, but I like ’em roughYeah, I like ’em roughI like ’em rough

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