I've got a shotgun, a bottle of Jack
Going to hell, and I ain't coming back
Last call for alcohol
I'll tell you when I'm done
Wanted in ten states
A motherfucker on the run
Now let's go
So tell me when did drinking become a crime?
Your whining, your complaining is cutting into my drinking time
I've got?
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system
I'm Whiskey bent and I'm feeling fine
It happens every time
Broken bottles don't mend broken hearts
Home wrecker 101, now where do we start?
Now let's go
So tell me when did drinking become a crime?
Your whining, your complaining is cutting into my drinking time
I've got?
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system
On your mark, get ready and? drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
So tell me when did drinking become a crime?
Your whining, your complaining is cutting into my drinking time
I've got?
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system
Writer(s): Joseph Poole
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