Whiskey Bent And Hell Bound

I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong,

But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around.

And ya know that's when I fall and I can't help myself at all.

And I get whiskey bent and hell bound.



Play me some songs about a ramblin' man,

Put a cold one in my hand.

'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds.

Don't ya play 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry'

'Cause I get all balled up inside.

And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound.



Sure enough about closing time, 'bout stoned out of my mind.

And I end up with some honky tonk special I found.

Just as sure as the morning sun comes,

Thinkin' of my sweet girl at home.

And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound.



Play me the songs about a ramblin' man,

Put old Jim Beam in my hand.

'Cause ya know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds.

But don't play 'Your Cheatin' Heart'

'Cause that'll tear me all apart.

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

Yeah, old Hank songs always make me feel down.