Take Your Whiskey Home

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
If you take your whiskey...

Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime since yesterday
Come the daybreak, 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
Hey yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home

[Guitar solo]

Some goes to women, ooo, some goes to Jesus
Though I'm absolutely certain both's all right
Yeah, but it takes me at least 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
Hey yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Baby, yeah, I think that you're headed for some trouble
If you take your whiskey home

[Guitar solo]