Sep
19th
Fri
19th
For my homies:
Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery
Shes out there every night
And she sure aint drinkin tea
I love that woman, shes the best one that I had
But shes got this habit now and it sure is gettin bad
That whiskey drinkin woman
Is makin a poor man out of me
Shes got bottles in the kitchen
Even got them in my bed
Most times I see her now
Shes three parts out of her head
Dont know where I went wrong
I sure try to treat her right
But it sure upsets me
Seein her juiced up every night.
That whiskey drinkin woman
Is makin a poor man out of me