Blame It On The Double-Cory Marks

I tried to bow my head Put down the bottle like my grandma said my daddy did I love her like a Waylon song But old number seven was a d**n too strong Back road the radio loud Pushin' 85 and burnin' one down Twist the cap off and pass it around Feeling all right now One thing that I do well Is raise some hell Full moon on a Saturday night Throwing down whiskey till light I swear I ain't looking for trouble Don't blame me man blame it on the double Before the drinks hit the floor We're busting out the front door Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel Don't blame me man blame it on the double Fifteen before last call I'm shooting back Jack she's putting out a fireball Her boots on nearly six feet tall I wanna love her like a butterfly just like the Dolly song Right girl on the wrong side of town Drunk ex boyfriend running his mouth Hold my drink it's about to go down Feeling all right now One thing I know too well Is raising hell