Beer, Bourbon, and Bad Decisions

[Intro] (spoken, with attitude) [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin' with a poundin' head Empty whiskey bottle and an unmade bed My wallet's gone and so's my pride But I'd do it all again on Saturday night [Verse 2] My ex-wife called, said I'm a piece of shit I said "Honey, that ain't news, I'll admit" The bank's been callin' 'bout my overdue truck But I spent that money on getting fucked up [Chorus] It's beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my holy trinity tradition I don't need your permission To live my life in this condition Beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my kind of religion [Verse 3] The boss man told me don't come back no more Said I smell like a distillery and a whore I told him where he could stick this job Then I hit the bar with the unemployed mob [Verse 4] My mama says I'm goin' straight to hell I said "Save me a seat, I'll see you there as well" The preacher man says I need to find the light But the only light I need is a neon sign at night [Chorus] It's beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my holy trinity tradition I don't need your permission To live my life in this condition Beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my kind of religion [Bridge] (powerful) Some folks got their white picket fences I got a barstool and no damn senses They can keep their judgmental ways I'll keep drinkin' till my dying days [Instrumental Break] (pedal steel guitar solo) [Verse 5] So here's to every honky-tonk and dive Where fucked-up people like me survive We ain't perfect, we ain't saints But we're honest 'bout our complaints [Chorus] It's beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my holy trinity tradition I don't need your permission To live my life in this condition Beer, bourbon, and bad decisions That's my kind of religion [Outro] (spoken, defiant) And if you don't like it, well You can kiss my country ass