That's Alright With Me - Kip Moore

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

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

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 and taxes

Well, that’s alright with me

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