I got a taste for the bourbon Not sure where it's gonna lead I know I'm not charred in the same kind of fire But the grass may well be as green And I keep some songs for the angels I gotta believe that they care I sing my songs for the angels I know they'll be getting their share And I keep a watch in the night And I drink my whiskey with ice I may be a fool but I'm keeping it cool With my Kentucky friends by my side Yeah I got a taste for the bourbon Blessed by the oak and the corn I can't tell you much but some lessons I've learned I've been dying since the day I was born And I keep some songs for the angels I gotta believe that they care I sing my songs for the angels I know they'll be getting their share And I keep a watch in the night And I drink my whiskey with ice I may be a fool but I'm keeping it cool With my Kentucky friends by my side I got a taste for the bourbon Not sure where it's gonna lead I know I'm not charred in the same kind of fire But the grass may well be as green The bluegrass may well be as green