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 and all the best
But I like that bottle better than the rest

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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 (home)

Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime move since yesterday
Come the daybreak, yeah come tomorrow
That woman's waited up all night for me again

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Some goes to women, 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

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