Whatcha Think Is Gonna Happen?

She said, "Why?

Why do you love that whiskey

When all it does is get you in trouble?

Can't you keep it on the shelf?

And why?

Why do you love them long nights?

Breakin' hearts in them smoky bars?

Can't you wake up by yourself?"

Well, it ain't all that complicated

I just can't turn down temptation

Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen?

When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam

Let him loose with a song and a six-string

Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream

Whatcha think is gonna happen?

Me

She said, "Don't

Don't you get tired of the rumors

Lies and truth mixed all together?

Can't tell 'em apart no more

There ain't no winners in the game you're playing

Don't you give a damn 'bout your reputation?

Why you keep putting yourself in these situations?"

Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen?

When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam

Let him loose with a song and a six-string

Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream

Whatcha think is gonna happen?

Me

Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds

A souped-up truck and a road full of curves

A town full of bars and a run-down church

Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen?

When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam

Let him loose with a song and a six-string

Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream

Whatcha think is gonna happen?

Me