I'm from the city of sin

Ain't no holdin' back

Addicted to blue-eyed girls

And blackjack

My drunk head's spinnin'

Like a roulette wheel

If you think I won't

Then boy believe me I will

It's gettin' kinda risky

Holdin' down the groove

Shoot a shot of whiskey

Better make it two

Maybe make it three

My boy would be proud

He's waitin' on pappy

To pass him the crown

uh uh

Not yet son

Alright, I got one

O.K., take it boy

All I'm gon' get in the will

Is a few empty bottles

Beat up guitars

And part time models

Splashin' on the liquor

Like it's my cologne

Sittin' and I'm itchin'

To get up on the throne

Gettin' kinda risky

Holdin' down the groove

Shoot a shot of whiskey

Better make it two

Maybe make it three

I know he'd be proud

Waitin' on pappy

To pass me the crown

Step back boy

Let me show you how it's done

Whoo, ah, you gonna show 'em son?

Yeah

Is that all you got, c'mon

Oh, you want more?

Come back tomorrow boy

Oh, easy now

See this whole thing started

Way out in Tennessee

I was slammin' back the shots

And poundin' on the keys

You know I had to take a trip

To see what it's about

We jumped up on stage

They kicked us both out

Now, I've never been one

To have much patience

But takin' after you

Makes me wanna be famous

My cymbals are shiny

And my future is bright

If all this is wrong

Then I don't wanna be right

Gettin' kinda risky

Holdin' down the groove

Shoot a shot of whiskey

Better make it two

Maybe make it three

I know you'd be proud

Waitin' on pappy

To pass me the crown

All in good time son

All in good time

Play that guitar son

Keep playin' it boy

Who you callin' boy son?

Ahhhh

Alright, you still got it

Damn right I do

Brrrr-woop

Slow down on that whiskey boy

Let's take it home now

Now I'll tell 'em when to take it home

Alright, settle down, I'll wait

Take it home