I ain't gonna gamble away a hard week's pay, never thought about livin' that life

Don't start a fight with a man, cause I don't give a damn, to sit in jail and ruin my night

Some things are fun, but better undone, rather leave them up on the shelf

But it's the Tennessee mask, burpin' in a glass, got me feelin' like someone else

Like firin' gas in a head-on crash, I'm burnin' that midnight oil

You can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil

When I keep it straight, it's way too late, one thing I've learned, you can't fight fate

There's a line I don't cross to catch a dream, but when I won't, whiskey wheel

When I won't, whiskey will

Come on

Now don't ask me why I've become that guy, can't tell ya, but I know this

There's a devil inside, and he's ready to ride, when the bottle touches my lips

I'm a loaded gun, get ready to run, when that hunter-proof burns the tip of my tongue

Cause to me, you know, blow away with the southern wind

Like firin' gas in a head-on crash, I'm burnin' that midnight oil

You can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil

When I keep it straight, it's way too late, one thing I've learned, you can't fight fate

There's a line I don't cross to catch a dream, but when I won't, whiskey will

Now I'm a God-fearin' good ol' boy, raised on the Bible, yes ma'am and no sir

Don't ever tell a liar, but the whiskey make you frisky, thinkin' all my exes miss me

Shoulda seen it comin' when I started gettin' tipsy

But uh, too late now, bout to show em' how I turn it up

Mad slit, aw shit, your boy about to burn it up

Run around off that brown, hotel knows the deal, I won't, but the whiskey will

Like firin' gas in a head-on crash, I'm burnin' that midnight oil

You can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil

When I keep it straight, it's way too late, one thing I've learned, you can't fight fate

There's a line I don't cross to catch a dream, but when I won't, whiskey will

When I won't, whiskey wheel

It's the Tennessee mash, bourbon in a glass, got me feelin' like someone else

Got me talkin' trash and drivin' too fast, in a line straight to hell

Like firin' gas in a head-on crash, I'm burnin' that midnight oil

You can feel the heat on the edge of your seat, when my blood starts to boil

When I keep it straight, it's way too late, one thing I've learned, you can't fight fate

There's a line I don't cross to catch a dream, but when I won't, whiskey will

When I won't, whiskey will

Oh, whiskey will