Lyrics:

Woke up behind the steering wheel
Wonder if I've gone too far...
Quick shiver, cross against the light
A curse from a cab in a strange tongue
Leave my wheels, better let them rest
The keys like ice in my shaking hands
From the neon haze to the bar stool maze
The nightlife, it sure is a strange one...

It's a son of a bitch, when I get that itch
And here it comes again...

Please call me Whiskey Man
When the bottle's in my hand
Hello, it's Whiskey Man!
Another shot at my command

Feel old but you say I don't look it, yet
Work so hard trying to hide the miles
A seekers path, I'm on the heels of glory
All paths of glory only lead to the grave
Sweet glory's dancing on yours
She's always one step ahead
Well I know that, I'm still ridin' anyway
A mind is a terrible thing to save...

It's a son of a bitch, when I get that itch
And here it comes again...

Please call me Whiskey Man
When the bottle's in my hand
Hello, it's Whiskey Man!
Another shot at my command

It was a fine idea long ago, in a time of fine ideas
When the August night would last into forever
So we broke the glass and hit the gas
While the Summer filled the trees
In the day, we two, we were breaking through
And not dying by degrees

Like I'm trying to say, wash it all away
And here I go again...