Blame It On The Double (feat. Tyler Connolly of Theory of a Deadman & Jason Hook)

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 damn too strong
 Back road, the radio loud
 Pushin' 85 and burnin' one down
 Twist the cap off and pass it around
 Feelin' all right now
 One thing that I do well is raise some hell
 Full moon on a Saturday night
 Throwin' down whiskey 'til light
 I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 Before the drinks hit the floor
 We're bustin' out the front door
 Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 (Yeah, blame it on the double)
 15 before last call
 I'm shootin' back Jack, she's puttin' 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 runnin' his mouth
 Hold my drink, it's about to go down
 Feelin' all right now
 One thing I know too well is raisin' hell (yeah)
 Full moon on a Saturday night
 Throwin' down whiskey 'til light
 Well, I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 Before the drinks hit the floor
 We're bustin' out the front door
 Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 (Yeah, blame it on the double)
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 Full moon on a Saturday night
 Throwin' down whiskey 'til light
 I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 Before the drinks hit the floor
 We're bustin' out the front door
 Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 Whoa-oh, oh, oh
 Whoa-oh, oh, oh
 Well, I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 Whoa-oh, oh, oh
 Whoa-oh, oh, oh
 Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel
 Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double
 (Yeah, blame it on the double)