Blame It On The Double

I tried to bow my head

Put down the bottle like my grandma said my daddy did

I love her like a Waylon song

But old number seven was a d**n too strong

Back road the radio loud

Pushin' 85 and burnin' one down

Twist the cap off and pass it around

Feeling all right now

One thing that I do well

Is raise some hell

Full moon on a Saturday night

Throwing down whiskey till light

I swear I ain't looking for trouble

Don't blame me man blame it on the double

Before the drinks hit the floor

We're busting out the front door

Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel

Don't blame me man blame it on the double

Fifteen before last call

I'm shooting back Jack she's putting out a fireball

Her boots on nearly six feet tall

I wanna love her like a butterfly just like the Dolly song

Right girl on the wrong side of town

Drunk ex boyfriend running his mouth

Hold my drink it's about to go down

Feeling all right now

One thing I know too well

Is raising hell