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 a good life, oh, 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, ah
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

Aw!

Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime, ooh, since yesterday
Come the daybreak, and come tomorrow
That woman's waited up all night for me again
Oh, 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, oh, yeah
Yeah, ya know that you're headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home

Some goes to women, ooh, some goes to Jesus
That 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

Oh, well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Hell, 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

Aw! Ooh, baby, take your whiskey home, yeah
Ooh, a-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah