You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

That wasn't love, that wasn't love, that was just hope 'Cause you had me so low, low, low You only seemed tall 'Cause you stunted my grow-grow-growth I only wanted you 'cause I couldn't have you Hard and heavy whiskey goodbyes Boy, you know how to make a

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

The night came in and made her shiver I told her she could have my jacket Wrapped it tight around her shoulders Leaves are fallin', it's September Like a whiskey, like a whiskey And I was so young 'til she kissed me I used to try to forget her And I was

You'll be my honeysuckle I'll be your honey bee I'll be your strong and steady You'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey You'll be my sunny day I'll be your shade tree I'll be your Mississippi You'll be my Little Loretta

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I