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 the 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, aye, 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, oh, yeah

Yeah, you 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

But 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, yeah, 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

Ooh, baby, take your whiskey home, yeah