| Uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-ah!
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| Well, my baby, she don’t want me around
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| She said she’s tired of watchin' me fall down (He-he-he-yuh!)
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| She wants a good life, ah! |
| An' all the best
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| But I like that bottle better than the rest
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| And she said:
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| «I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble, ah!»
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| «Well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble»
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| «Well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble»
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| «If you take your whiskey»
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| Ow!
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| Well, that liquor in the night time leaves strange memories
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| Seems a lifetime, ooh, since yesterday
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| Come the daybreak, and come tomorrow
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| That woman’s waited up all night for me again
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| Oh! |
| She said:
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| «Well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lotta trouble."Yeah!
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| «I think that you’re headed for a whole lotta trouble."Oh, yeah!
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| «Yeah ya know that you’re headed for a lotta trouble»
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| «If you take your whiskey home»
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Some goes to women, ooh, some goes to Jesus
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| That I’m absolutely certain both’s all right
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| Yeah, but it takes me at least halfway to the label
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| 'Fore I can even make it through the night
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| Uh well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lotta trouble
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| Yeah yeah, I think that you’re headed for a whole lotta trouble
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| Baby, yeah, I think that you’re headed for some trouble
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| If you take your whiskey home
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Oh! |
| Ooh baby, take your whiskey home, yeah!
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| Ooh, a la la la la la la yeah |