Bourbon Hound - Della Mae, Molly Tuttle, Avril Smith

Why don’t you swing it on back, make another Old Fashioned?

Stir it up right for all that dancing

Baby, won’t you whirl me around

You know that you’re my bourbon hound

Jefferson will set you up right

Booker takes you home for the night

A little Buffalo Trace and my feet are off the ground

And now I’m dancing with a bourbon hound

Why don’t you swing it on back, make another Old Fashioned

Stir it up right for all that dancing

Baby, won’t you whirl me around

You know that you’re my bourbon hound

Jameson for the morning joe

I’m a whiskey girl too, now don’t you know

A little Bulleit for the old pass around

You know there’s nothing like a bourbon hound

Why don’t you swing it on back, make another Old Fashioned

Stir it up right for all that dancing

Baby, won’t you whirl me around?

You know that you’re my bourbon hound

Fox and the hound went out one night

Got into a great big fight

Took a draw of the Jack and fell onto the ground

You know there’s nothing like a bourbon hound

Why don’t you swing it on back, make another Old Fashioned

Stir it up right for all that dancing

Baby, won’t you whirl me around?

You know that you’re my bourbon hound

When you’re on your feet and don’t want to tire

Helps to have a little nip of fire

Ol' Pappy will life you off the ground

You know that you’re my bourbon hound

Why don’t you swing it on back, make another Old Fashioned

Stir it up right for all that dancing

Baby, won’t you whirl me around?

You know that you’re my bourbon hound