There really is a Whiskey Basin. There really is a “Sweet (Lake) Louise.” I really would rather ride my horse in the Wyoming wilderness than do almost anything else in the world. I really can “find myself” there. I really don’t need a monkey, and I totally hope that when it’s time to head to Heaven, you too “know the way to run”… wherever that might be. ~SE

WHISKEY BASIN
Skip Ewing – ©2019 Write! On Music (BMI)

VERSE 1
Went all week working like a sod-plow mule
‘Bout half crazy, but I ain’t no fool
Gotta get outta here before I lose my cool
It’s messing with my head
Some take a toke of doobie, drink a coke and rum
Chug the hops and the barley from aluminum
Ain’t pointing any fingers cause it works for some
To simply stay in bed
I’d rather saddle up instead, and

CHORUS 1
Ride my pony up to Whiskey Basin, give my attitude an alteration
Have a little campfire contemplation while the river there unwinds me
Don’t need company or conversation, psycho-spiritual evaluation
Don’t come looking when I can’t be found
I can find myself just fine up in Whiskey Basin.

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VERSE 2
Heard a black, and a cougar, and a grizzly growl
Wolf pack holler back a full moon howl
Had a heavy conversation with a great horned owl
Heard a bull elk bugle ring
Can’t see myself a city slickin’ son-of-a-son.
I want to wake up in Wyoming till the day I’m done
When it’s time to head to Heaven, know the way to run
You can let the Angels sing
Just give my horse some wings, and let me

CHORUS 2
Fly my pony up to Whiskey Basin, give my attitude an alteration
Have a little campfire contemplation while the river there unwinds me
Don’t need company or conversation, psycho-spiritual evaluation
Don’t come looking when I can’t be found
I can find myself just fine

BRIDGE
Hike up and see my sweet Louise
Lie next to her underneath the trees
Listen to the wind and close my eyes
I know for now it’s just a dream,
But it can feel so real it seems
For a few breaths there time doesn’t fly…

VERSE 3
By me like the shadow of a red-tailed hawk
Makes me want to literally punch the clock
Nothing ticks me any tighter than to take time off
When it isn’t really true
I’m gonna learn to turn the burner off that’s in the back
Hand a penny to the monkey so he’ll trip the trap
Pull the pin on my adrenaline and let it blast
Monkey see, monkey do.
Hey, but I don’t need a monkey to

CHORUS 3
Ride my pony up to Whiskey Basin, give my attitude an alteration
Have a little campfire contemplation while the river there unwinds me
Don’t need company or conversation, psycho-spiritual evaluation
Don’t come looking when I can’t be found
I can find myself just fine up in Whiskey Basin

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Out in Whiskey Basin
Hey, get me high up in Whiskey Basin
You can make my final destination Whiskey Basin

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