me All I'm seeing now is red I need to repent A sin for a sin Bible told me to forget all those who trespass against Tread their feet on sacred ground Bad
thunder with the rain pourin' down And it looks like the old man's gettin' on 1929 when he stepped to the bar Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise in this world I don't want your promise I don't want your whiskey I don't
if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver Bad
They keep tellin us stayin out all night long Is just plain bad for your health Drinkin beer all the time, cheap wine and whiskey Is the same thing as
what I need hey hey And I said I need dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me Bad
Saturday night I was downtown Working for the FBI Sitting in a nest of bad men Whiskey bottles piling high Bootlegging boozer on the west side Full of
had If you like 'em painted up, hollered up then you oughta be glad 'Cause your good girl's a gonna go bad I've even learn to like the taste of whiskey
in the Folsom pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you gotta' listen to unto me Lay off that whiskey
Bottle of scotch whiskey not very smooth Like snake bite cure from the medicine man Not bad poison if there's something to soothe It's a whole other world
have And it's a big one I keep pourin' it in, I don't think it shows There's a hole in my heart where all the whiskey goes I try fillin' it up but it
every day, all I can do is a keep her off of me She drinks her homemade corn whiskey Blackjack and a razor?s her friend She drinks her homemade corn whiskey
for you Yhat's all right ?cause we're looking as cool as can be Well now we found a little place that really didn't look half bad I had a whiskey on
You broke my heart, baby just one too many time You broke my heart, baby just too many time From drinkin' bad whiskey, mama, gin an rum an wine Well,
Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then
She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand I called her Honey when she brought my whiskey And later I left
to drinkin' I like Jim Beam I play Washburn guitars with a rebel flag But I don't wear make-up or dress in drag I smoke a lot, I'm a whiskey drinker
flew in your own plane You got drunk on whiskey seen you get tipsy on wine We got a bad thing goin' it's just a bad thing goin' We got a bad thing goin