Lyrics:
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg,
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't confront
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't
Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't confront
feel just fine
The whiskey's done been watered down and the smoke quit gettin' me high
But a honky tonk special is enough to get me by
I shook his hand
been one slow me down none yet
Get me drinkin' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw'em in
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't confront
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin' on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
at a dude that plays guitar
I bet she's drinkin' beer
She don't give a care
That I'm alone here in this bar
But this whiskey only helps me forget you
Slow so
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
wanna buy me some tickets"
He said "gotta red ticket, green ticket, yellow ticket,
Blue ticket, what kinda ticket you want?"
He says "I wanna red
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar
I don't
both hands shaking
And Timmy's drinkin' whiskey from a coconut since first light
We got sand on our feet and we're pretty beat
But it's worth it
Back
Plus I'm wearing red and blue and I ain't fighting for bandanas
They said what about New York they'll prolly throw me in the slammer
Cause even when I
I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on our green Christmas tree
Won't be the same
If you can't tell from my red neck
Or that bottomland camo hat on my head (okay)
Or my muddy truck or that big buck
Twelve pointer hanging on my
Party be off, party be crazy
Party be off, party be crazy
Big dreams so I'm living it tonight
Blue skies, so I'm thinking it's all right
Eyes red
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't
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