F# Well, my baby, she don't want me around She said she's tired of watchin' me fall down She wants the good life, only the best But I like that bottle better than the rest Chorus: F# And she said: I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble If you take your whiskey... Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories Seems a lifetime since yesterday Come the daybreak, come the morrow That woman's waited up all night for me again Chorus: She said: G# Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble If you take your whiskey home F# Some goes to women, some goes to Jesus Though I'm absolutely certain both's all right But it takes me at least halfway to the label 'fore I can even make it through the night Chorus: G# Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble If you take your whiskey home | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsF# G# |