Verse: You accuse me of fancy talk When I'm just trying to find my words You've got a funny way of saying my name Like I just ripped it off These whiskey tango ghosts Won't leave us alone But you are too polite to complain Of the art of speaking plain I haven't gathered a thing While I know we're dug in deep here Why can't we live high with the wind Verse: You're just a freckle away from changing everything I'll make this easy By calling on my gypsy pedigree These whiskey tango ghosts Won't leave us alone Of the art of speaking plain I haven't gathered a thing While I know we're dug in deep here Why can't we live high with the wind Can't we live Solo: x2 Chorus: