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
Yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home.

Some goes to women, some goes to Jesus
though I'm absolutely certain both's all right
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
Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home.