Well it's closing time, I'm down to my last dime You can bet your ass I'm in a world of trouble If I'd a stuck with beer, I'd been out of here But the man in the bar room mirror is still drowning doubles
When the hard stuff hits my veins I'm a puppet on a string That old 90 proof just won't let me stop Drop a needle on that old jukebox I'll be a fool on a stool but it ain't my fault That's what happens when whiskey whiskey calls the shots
When the morning comes, my old lady son Gonna come undone loud and clear But it'll happen again cause every now and then My old low down no good friend gets in my ear
When the hard stuff hits my veins I'm a puppet on a string That old 90 proof just won't let me stop Drop a needle on that old jukebox I'll be a fool on a stool but it ain't my fault That's what happens when whiskey whiskey calls the shots
That's what happens when whiskey whiskey calls the shots Yeah I do That's what happens when whiskey whiskey calls the shots Let's go one more time That's what happens when whiskey calls the shots I can do this all day That's what happens when whiskey calls the shotsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
