Drink Lots Whiskey

come grab your gun, I’m gonna kill someone

it’s up to you, you know what to do

you fire a mistake, at the starting line*

get what I get girl, you know that yer mine

one more time down in the parking lot

you slip slide away, hell, you know it’s a lot

you take my advice and you know that it’s true

you won’t be free it will happen to you

Fill:

I drink lotsa whiskey in the mornin’

+I drink wine at night

you came without warnin’

+and I ran with fright

but I wanted to fight

very few things seem to measure up

try and you try, then you just give up

you take my advice and you walk it on down

you need to leave me on this side of town

only one thing that I got to do

run and I run, try to get from you

I can’t be free and it follow around

help’s on the way and I’m fallin’ down

(Fill)

I drink lotsa whiskey in the mornin’

+I drink wine at night

you came without warnin’

+and I ran with fright

but I wanted to fight

(Banjo Solo)