There’s whiskey and blood on the floor,
And it’s the same old song about sex and revenge
They can’t stomach round here anymore.
‘Cause Country radio lost its bottle,
Started selling a fantasy,
No drinkin’, no killin’ and the only D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
Is from reality, from history.Well here I come I’m the murderous son,
I’m a rounder come back round again,
For half of my crimes,
There is no reason or rhyme,
I just drawing another breath,
Of Drinkin’ & Cheatin’ & Death.
