Lyrics:

Crickets singin? in the evening hours
Daddy on guitar pickin? Wildwood Flower
Old record player spinnin? LP?s
Yeah, that?s music to me

Reel screamin? large mouth on the line
Georgia breeze whistlin? through the pines
Mama hollerin? y?all let?s eat
Yeah, that?s music to me

[Chorus:]
Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That?s who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir now that?s music to me

High school football when the home team scores
Little bare feet on a hardwood floor

Hearin? her whisper the kids are asleep
Now that?s music to me

[Chorus:]
Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That?s who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir now that?s music to me

Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That?s who I am and what I love
A ho down fiddle a little off key
Old hound dog a-howlin, yeah, that?s music to me

Yeah, that?s music to me