What was going in my head |Don't remember what I said |Or what I did to get me this busted lip | |I always try to watch my mouth |What's in my head don't usually fall out |I can bite my tongue up until that second sip | |Funny how the alcohol |Can make you feel like you're ten feet tall |Til every rule that you've been taught |Doesn't really matter much at all |When I'm feeling | |Whiskey strong |Can't do right |I can only do wrong | |Seems like every time I make a mistake |And say everything that I shouldn't say |There's only one thing that I can blame it all on |I was feeling whiskey strong | |There's a banging on my door |Cops hanging on my front porch |They see my face and ask "what happened to you" | |Officer, I try to keep my nose clean |But trouble comes a-lookin' for me |When I'm feeling bullet 90 proof |Let me tell you the truth | |Whiskey strong |Can't do right |I can only do wrong | |Seems like every time I make a mistake |And say everything that I shouldn't say |Somehow I get lead away with the cuffs on |For being whiskey strong | |And you can try to reel me in |But once I'm a couple drinks in | |And I'm whiskey strong |Can't do right |I can only do wrong | |Seems like every time I make a mistake |And say all the shit that I shouldn't say |There's only one thing that I can blame it all on |Somehow I get lead away with the cuffs on |For being whiskey strong