Boots By The Wrong Bed Lyrics by Blake Whiten
Keep spending all my weekends
Dive barrin’ off the deep end, yeah, I do
Keep throwing down them Lincolns
On one too many drinks yeah, you’re the proof
So 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 playing with a fire that ain’t nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn’t care less
I keep kicking 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 playing with a fire that ain’t nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn’t care less
I keep kicking my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails till there’s hell that I’m in
I keep saying that I’m done till I do it again
I know I’ll wake up in the morning just kicking myself
But I keep kicking my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed
I should leave them 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 playing with a fire that ain’t nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn’t care less
I keep kicking my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails till there’s hell that I’m in
I keep saying that I’m done till I do it again
I know I wake up in the morning just kicking myself
But I keep kicking my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed
‘Round your finger, girl, you got me
Yeah, I’d try to stop me, but I can’t
By the wrong bed