She said why

Why do you love that whiskey

When all it does is get you in trouble

Can't you keep it on the shelf?

And why

Why do you love them long nights

Breakin' hearts in them smokey bars

Can't you wake up by yourself?

Well, it ain't all that complicated

I just can't turn down temptation.

Give a boy a red ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me what you think is gonna happen

When you mix all that with a handle of jim beam

Let him loose with a song and a "six string"

Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream

What you think is gonna happen

Me.

She said don't

Don't you get tired of the rumors?

Lies and truth mixed all together

Can't tell 'em apart no more

There ain't no winners in the game you're playing

Don't you give a damn 'bout your reputation?

Why you keep putting yourself in these situations?

Give a boy a red ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me what you think is gonna happen

When you mix all that with a handle of jim beam

Let him loose with a song and a "six string"

Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream

What you think is gonna happen

Me.

Give a boy a red ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me what you think is gonna happen

When you mix all that with a handle of jim beam

Let him loose with a song and a "six string"

Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream

What you think is gonna happen

Me.