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, an' all 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 night time 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 lotta trouble yeah I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble oh, yeah Yeah ya know that you're headed for a lotta 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 Uh well, I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble Yeah yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble Baby, yeah, I think that you're headed for some trouble If you take your whiskey home Oh ooh baby, take your whiskey home, yeah Ooh, a la la la la la la, yeah