Well, my baby She don't want me around She said she's tired of watchin' me fall down She wants the good life Only the best But I like that bottle better than the rest
And she said I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Well, if you take your whiskey home
Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories Seems a lifetime since yesterday Come the daybreak, 'an come the morrow That woman's waited up all night for me again
She said Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble If you take your whiskey home
Some goes to women Some goes to jesus That I'm absolutely certain both's all right But it takes me at leats halfway to the label 'Fore I can even make it through the night
Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble If you take your whiskey home