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 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 She said: 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 Hey yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble If you take your whiskey home [Guitar solo] Some goes to women, ooo, some goes to Jesus Though I'm absolutely certain both's all right Yeah, but it takes me at least halfway to the label 'Fore I can even make it through the night Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Hey yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble Baby, yeah, I think that you're headed for some trouble If you take your whiskey home [Guitar solo]