🎵 Whiskey Law in ’89 🎵 (Verse 1) Rolled into town when the sun went low, Star on my chest but the flask said more. Growled, “I’m the law, y’all sons o’ whores,” Near fell flat steppin’ through them doors. (Chorus) I’m the sheriff, drunk in the saddle, Ain’t no saint — just a rusty rattle. Six shots bark, then the night turns still, Gravedigger grins — got a hole to fill. (Verse 2) Cards in the dirt, whiskey on my chin, Preachin’ justice while I’m soaked in sin. Them outlaws laughed till I showed my steel, Three men down — now the buzz feels real. (Chorus) I’m the sheriff, drunk in the saddle, Ain’t no saint — just a rusty rattle. Six shots bark, then the night turns still, Gravedigger grins — got a hole to fill. (Bridge) Tombstone moon, shovels bite the clay, Every shot I fire makes the preacher pray. Ain’t no savior — just a mean ol’ hound, Smell o’ blood and whiskey hangin’ all around. (Verse 3 – The Saloon) Dropped two bastards in the mud tonight, Holstered my Colt, boots heavy with spite. Pushed them doors, saloon thick with smoke, Whiskey in my gut — near made me choke. (Chorus) I’m the sheriff, drunk in the saddle, Runnin’ on bourbon, trouble’s my cattle. Barstool throne while the fight kicks in, But I don’t care — eyes huntin’ sin. (Outro) Chairs crash hard, bottles hit the ground, Knuckles crackin’, blood spinnin’ ’round. I just smirk, pour another gin, Starin’ at them gals in the rooms upstairs again.
