She said why
Why do you love that whiskey
When all it does is get you in trouble
Can’t you keep it on the shelf?
And why
Why do you love them long nights
Breakin’ hearts in them smokey bars
Can’t you wake up by yourself?
Well, it ain’t all that complicated
I just can’t turn down temptation
Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me what you think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam
Let him loose with a song and a “six string”
Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream
What you think is gonna happen
Me
She said don’t
Don’t you get tired of the rumors?
Lies and truth mixed all together
Can’t tell ’em apart no more
There ain’t no winners in the game you’re playing
Don’t you give a damn ’bout your reputation?
Why you keep putting yourself in these situations?
Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me what you think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam
Let him loose with a song and a “six string”
Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream
What you think is gonna happen
Me
Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me what you think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam
Let him loose with a song and a “six string”
Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream
What you think is gonna happen
Me