I’m gold-blooded,
And my cheeks hot.
I’m running highly alcoholic stakes,
On account of this bourbon I bought.
I drink that Kentucky like I’m old money.
Just shoot it down.
Why not?
You’ll be pleasantly surprised by what comes of a five-second flash of bravery more oft than not.
So here’s one for the rebel blood in you, and the rebel blood in me.
May sweet Whiskey Courage set us free.