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Thin line,
Walking a thin line,
Staying out late at night.

I'm not happy,
Feeling low,
It's so hard these days to play my cards right.

It's about time,
To start the show,
I got tickets for my friends that want to go.

And I wish you'd come down,
Just come on by,
Oh, I need your easy roll around of a good time.

'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick,
And a man when I'm well,
But it's nice to have them both sometimes,
When I feel like raising hell.

So don't try and save me,
I'll be just fine,
I'm getting used to walking on a thin line.

Some days I try hard,
To watch my mouth,
To say the right things,
But the wrong just slip right out.

Oh, I ain't no Southern belle,
No Georgia peach,
I guess all my good graces are too far out of reach.

I sleep so deep each night,
I'm lying in the bed we made,
And when I get you off, babe,
Well, you know it's give and take.

So I don't feel bad,
When I get mine,
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line.

Sometimes I'm doing things half-ass wrong,
Sometimes the words I sing are just some half-ass song,
I get lost and I get found,
Oh, and I'll be good until I need another round.

'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick,
And a man when I'm well,
But it's nice to have them both sometimes,
When I feel like raising hell.

So don't try and save me,
I'll be just fine,
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line.

No, don't try and save me,
I'll be just fine,
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line,
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line.

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