| Yeah, you wanna know me better | 
| What’d you think I was in it for | 
| I ain’t the kind of guy just wanna walk you to your door | 
| I squeeze some Georgia peaches | 
| But I know you got the juice | 
| When the devil greets us, girl what’s your excuse | 
| You say left and I say right | 
| You say go to bed, I’m stayin' up all night | 
| Yeah, straight jack, straight black | 
| In fact, you’re gonna get what you see | 
| The good, the bad, the ugly and me | 
| I come and get, get, get, it baby | 
| For me and the whiskey’s gone | 
| You ain’t no Tina Turner, get your Nutbush City on | 
| Yeah, you say left, I say right | 
| You say go to bed and I stay up all night | 
| Straight jack, straight black | 
| In fact, you’re gonna get what you see | 
| The good, the bad, the ugly and me | 
| There ain’t no need to sugar coat it | 
| Take the bitter with the sweet | 
| While you’re preachin' to the choir | 
| I’ll be dancin' in the street, street, street, street | 
| I say left, you say right | 
| You say go to bed and I stay up all night | 
| Straight jack, straight black | 
| In fact, you’re gonna get what you see | 
| Straight jack, straight black | 
| In fact, you’re gonna get all three | 
| The good, the bad, the ugly and me |