Whiskey Sue

Leather Seats, stained with blood, whiskey on the run
Bullets through my window, automatic guns
St. Peter don’t you call me, gonna be my last run
Get me back to that woman and I swear that I’ll be done

Picked up my gun to fire back, it was my mistake
Hit my mark but flipped the car and threw us in the lake
Pete’s blood in the back seat, began to wash away
I barely made it out alive, but Pete can’t say the same

Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaa woo-hoo ooh
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaa woo-hoo ooh whoo

Runnin’ down this highway, holes in my boots
Jar in my jacket of those outlawed booze
The night is drippin’ fast, I hear those dogs howl
Pigs out to get me, I hear a shotgun shout

Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaa woo-hoo ooh
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaah
Whiskey Sue haaa woo-hoo ooh whoo

Knockin’ on the back door, Sue answered fast
Clock struck the hour that would be her last
She tried to appease me, but I could not hear her speak
I broke that last bottle right there at her feet

I ain’t gonna be in your pocket no more
And I ain’t gonna play your games

I gave you everything you wanted
I took away your shame

Shame wasn’t my problem
At least my honor was intact
Now I came here owing you a debt girl
And I’m here to pay it back

Revenge ain’t an angel
You can pray to for help
If you want me out of the picture
Your gonna have to shoot me yourself

I don’t need no gun and I don’t need no knife
One of these days your gonna meet your end by your own devise

She dropped her lantern in rage as I dove out the window frame
And the bottle of booze I broke upon the floor ignited into flames