Released: May 31, 1990
Songwriter: Ned Claflin Andy Paley Michael Kernan Jonathan Paley
Producer: Andy Paley
Ah whiskey!!!
Last night we had a date, we stayed out late
I bought round after round
And just for you I played the fool
Yes, I was quite the clown
Words were spoken, hearts were broken
But now I hope you see
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I didn't mean to make a scene
It's really not my style
I raised some Cain and called some names
I guess I got myself a little wild
If I brag too loud and act too proud
Don't blame old Jerry Lee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I had myself a little splash
I said, "You no good piece of trash"
Shot my mouth all through the night
Oh Lord, my bark's bigger than my bite
If lies were told, if I was bold
Don't take it personally
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Play it, son!
At the bar I bucked and roared
I picked a fight and I got floored
I had a shot, got plumb insane
Took everybody's name in vain
But all that stuff is just a bluff
I wouldn't hurt a flea
It was the whiskey talking, not me
Here we go, baby!
Hang onto my shirt tail!
I wanna hear some fiddle, son, play it!
[?]
The old devil makes me do some things
It takes a lot of nerve
How could I sass a gal like you
You're more than I deserve
Don't you get upset and please accept
Ol' Killer's apology
It was the whiskey talking, not me
Head up with some more moonshine
My mouth was workin' overtime
Just lettin' off a little steam
I ain't the Killer that I seem
Sometimes I'm strange, I might change
You got my guarantee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Yes, that old whiskey talkin', not me
Gimme a drink, baby
Last night we had a date, we stayed out late
I bought round after round
And just for you I played the fool
Yes, I was quite the clown
Words were spoken, hearts were broken
But now I hope you see
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I didn't mean to make a scene
It's really not my style
I raised some Cain and called some names
I guess I got myself a little wild
If I brag too loud and act too proud
Don't blame old Jerry Lee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I had myself a little splash
I said, "You no good piece of trash"
Shot my mouth all through the night
Oh Lord, my bark's bigger than my bite
If lies were told, if I was bold
Don't take it personally
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Play it, son!
At the bar I bucked and roared
I picked a fight and I got floored
I had a shot, got plumb insane
Took everybody's name in vain
But all that stuff is just a bluff
I wouldn't hurt a flea
It was the whiskey talking, not me
Here we go, baby!
Hang onto my shirt tail!
I wanna hear some fiddle, son, play it!
[?]
The old devil makes me do some things
It takes a lot of nerve
How could I sass a gal like you
You're more than I deserve
Don't you get upset and please accept
Ol' Killer's apology
It was the whiskey talking, not me
Head up with some more moonshine
My mouth was workin' overtime
Just lettin' off a little steam
I ain't the Killer that I seem
Sometimes I'm strange, I might change
You got my guarantee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Yes, that old whiskey talkin', not me
Gimme a drink, baby
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