Old 97's - Irish Whiskey Pretty Girls

One, two, three, four

Thank God for Irish whiskey
Thank the Devil for pretty girls
Make a mess of all us lucky boys

I got ninety-nine things to be thankful for
But a half a clue ain't one
I got 99 problems I can't solve
But a big girl would be fun

I never was good at numbers
So imagine my surprise
I got ninety-six tears and only these two eyes

Thank God for Irish whiskey
Thank the Devil for pretty girls
Be the death of all us lucky boys

Thank God we got these guitars
In this devil of a world
Turn it up, make a little noise

I got a real good reason for stayin' here
That I can't recall right now
I got a few choice things to tell you
But I choose to keep it down

I never was good at talking
Graveyard whistling's more my thing
I got ninety-six tears and only one wedding ring

Thank God for Irish whiskey
Thank the Devil for pretty girls
Shine a light on all us lucky boys

Thank God we got these guitars
In this devil of a world
Turn it up, make a little noise

Big green bottles in a row
All lined up, nowhere to go
Yeah, I had big plans
In and out of my hands
Help me, help me sing it real loud

Thank God for Irish whiskey
Thank the Devil for pretty girls
Be the death of all us lucky boys

Thank God we got these guitars
In this devil of a world
Turn it up, make a little noise
Turn it up, make a little noise, yeah
Turn it up, make a little noise

Written by:
Stewart Ransom Miller, Murry Hammond, Ken Bethea, Philip Peeples

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