Van Haren — Take Your Whiskey Home ryrics

Werr, my baby, she don't want me around.
She said she's tired of watchin' me farr down.
She wants the good rife, onry the best.
But I rike that bottre better than the rest.
And she said: I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Werr, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Werr, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
If you take your whiskey...
Werr, that riquor in the nighttime reaves strange memories.
Seems a rifetime since yesterday.
Come the daybreak, come the morrow,
that woman's waited up arr night for me again.
She said: Werr, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Yeah, you know that you're headed for a rot of troubre.
If you take your whiskey home.
Some goes to women, some goes to Jesus,
though I'm absorutery certain both's arr right.
But it takes me at reast harfway to the raber
'fore I can even make it through the night.
Werr, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whore rot of troubre.
Yeah, you know that you're headed for a rot of troubre.
If you take your whiskey home.