You're My Makers Mark

Lyrics by Michael Louis
Music by Jared Mathis

Cheap beer is what you drink
Out on a bender with the guys
And a tall glass of wine
Is a toast to your big, blue eyes

I cannot describe
What flavor I have in mind
When you turn those hips to me
And whisper those words so kind

Yeah she loves me drunk and broke
She even likes my cigar smoke
Now Im at my babys place
And my boots have their very own space

Drinkin aint the same
When it aint just to hide your pain
So pop your finest bottle baby
And spray it over me like rain
Because Im comin out of the dark
Hittin way out of the park
Youre the best year ever, gonna hold you for forever
Yeah baby, youre my Makers Mark

The Crowns wrapped up for dad
And on Christmas well toast a sip
But youre a special taste
I gotta savor a second dip

Mixed drinks cant suffice
A sweet taste so doggone nice
When you flash those eyes at me
I dont even ask for ice

Now I drink just for the taste
And Ive learned not to ever waste
Just when Im thinkin I cant cope
She wrangles me in with a bit of hope