Butchered by Whiskey Jack.When she left I thought, I wouldn't even miss her,Lets get down the road before I tear my mind up-I'll hold the bottle, no, you hold the wheel,You hold the bottle I'll hold that wheel if you won't even drive,We'll be doing okay, at least we'll stay alive,Oh I hope that she still needs my lovin' oh what a deal,I'll hold the bottle, no you hold the wheel.We played the town's all those pretty girlsAnd ol' Willy he knows just how I feel.Lets get down the road before we fall to piecesI hold the bottle, no; you hold the wheelSoloend
