Whiskey Told Ya

One shot can turn into two, two gets me telling the truth

Two shots can turn into three, that's when I'm speaking my peace

Three shots can turn into four, that's when I don't count anymore

No telling what happens next, but I got a pretty good guess

Might get a little out of hand when I get my hand on that handle

Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man when I mix some Jack with my Daniels

But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof Devil on my shoulder

So when the party's over, don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Oh-oh, yeah

Hey-yeah

Might ruffle up some of your feathers

Let your girl know she could do better

Sorry if you got a bone to pick 'cause I mix alcohol with politics

"Where'd you get that shirt? 'Cause I hate it"

"Nice truck, no, you ain't overcompensating"

"By the way, how's your mom? Tell her to call, it's been too long"

Might get a little out of hand when I get my hand on that handle

Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man when I mix some Jack with my Daniels

But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof Devil on my shoulder

So when the party's over, don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Sometimes I take it too far

No, I'm not crying, you are

Can't fix what I can't remember

Don't hate the player, hate the bender

'Cause I got a little out of hand when I got my hand on that handle

Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man when I mix some Jack with my Daniels

But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof Devil on my shoulder

So when the party's over, don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Oh-oh, yeah

Hey-yeah, yeah

Oh-oh, don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya