Whiskey Women & Bad Decisions

**[Intro – Filthy Twin-Guitar Riff]** *Guitar growl...* *Yeah...* Well, I got a pocket full of trouble And a bottle in my hand, Got a reputation in three counties And a devil's master plan. **[Verse 1]** I rolled into town about a quarter past ten, Looking for trouble and a couple of friends. Bartender saw me and he shook his head, Said, “Boy, last time you were here, You damn near wound up dead.” I said, “Pour me a whiskey, make it two or three, There's a woman at the bar Who's been staring holes through me.” She had a black dress on and a dangerous smile, Said, “You look like trouble.” I said, “Baby, that's my style.” **[Pre-Chorus]** I've made bad choices, I've slept with worse, Never met a warning sign I couldn't make things worse. **[Chorus]** Whiskey, women and bad decisions, That's the road I've been travelling down. A little hell-raising, a lot of sinning, Ain't nobody gonna turn me around. Yeah, whiskey, women and bad decisions, Three things a fool can't leave alone. If heaven don't want me when my time comes, Hell better save me a barstool of my own. **[Verse 2]** She whispered, “Baby, you wanna get gone?” I said, “Honey, I've been waiting all night long.” We slipped out the back when the band played low, She had a motel key And nowhere else to go. Woke up Sunday with a headache from hell, My wallet was empty and my truck wouldn't start. There was lipstick on my collar And a number on my arm, But the woman who gave it to me Had already moved on. **[Pre-Chorus]** I've chased bad women, I've outrun the law, I've kissed the devil And asked him for more. **[Chorus]** Whiskey, women and bad decisions, That's the road I've been travelling down. A little hell-raising, a lot of sinning, Ain't nobody gonna turn me around. Yeah, whiskey, women and bad decisions, Three things a fool can't leave alone. If heaven don't want me when my time comes, Hell better save me a barstool of my own. **[Guitar Solo – Nasty Blues/Rock Twin Leads]** *Yeah!* *Come on!* **[Bridge – Half-Time, Heavy]** I ain't proud of every mile I've driven, Ain't proud of every bed I've known. I've left a trail of broken hearts From Memphis to San Antonio. But every scar's got a story, Every bottle knows my name, And every woman I remember Still sets my blood aflame. So don't tell me about salvation, Don't preach me your Sunday truth— I've got gasoline in my veins And whiskey on my boots. **[Breakdown]** Hey bartender! Pour it mean! No ice... No water... Just whiskey! **[Guitar hits]** And bring that woman back around! **[Final Chorus – Huge Gang Vocals]** WHISKEY, WOMEN AND BAD DECISIONS! That's the road I've been travelling down! A little hell-raising, a lot of sinning, Ain't nobody gonna turn me around! WHISKEY, WOMEN AND BAD DECISIONS! Three things a fool can't leave alone! If heaven don't want me when my time comes, HELL BETTER SAVE ME A BARSTOOL OF MY OWN! **[Outro]** I've got whiskey... I've got women... I've got bad decisions... And I've got no regrets. *Guitar riff crashes back in.* Yeah... **Pour me another.**