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Boots By The Wrong Bed by Blake Whiten album cover

Boots By The Wrong Bed

Blake Whiten

Lyrics
(Two, three, four)

Keep spendin' all my weekends
Dive barrin' off the deep end, yeah, I do
Keep throwin' down them Lincolns
On one too many drinks, yeah, you're the proof

To tell the truth, it ain't good for me, girl, I'll admit
That I should probably quit

But I keep lettin' that whiskey walk me down the wrong road
I keep playin' with a fire that ain't nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn't care less
I keep kickin' my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed

'Round your finger, girl, you got me
Yeah, I try to stop me, but I can't
Girl, good God Almighty
I'm addicted to your body, yeah, I am

Baby, damn, you ain't good for me, girl, I'll admit
That I should probably quit

But I keep lettin' that whiskey walk me down the wrong road
I keep playin' with a fire that ain't nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn't care less
I keep kickin' my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails to this hell that I'm in
I keep sayin' that I'm done 'til I do it again
I know I'll wake up in the mornin' just kickin' myself
But I keep kickin' my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed

I should leave 'em on the welcome mat, out there on the porch
Lord knows I shouldn't wear 'em no more

But I keep lettin' that whiskey walk me down the wrong road
I keep playin' with a fire that ain't nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn't care less
I keep kickin' my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails to this hell that I'm in
I keep sayin' that I'm done 'til I do it again
I know I'll wake up in the mornin' just kickin' myself
But I keep kickin' my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed

'Round your finger, girl, you got me
Yeah, I try to stop me, but I can't
By the wrong bed