Thin Line

Thin line
 Walking a thin line
 Staying out late at night
 I'm not happy, feeling low
 It's so hard these days to play my cards right
 It's about time to start the show
 I got tickets for my friends that want to go
 And I wish you'd come down
 Just come on by
 Oh, I need your easy roll around of a good time
 'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick
 And a man when I'm well
 But it's nice to have them both sometimes
 When I feel like raising hell
 So don't try and save me
 I'll be just fine
 I'm getting used to walking on a thin line
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 Some days I try hard to watch my mouth
 To say the right things but the wrong just slip right out
 Oh, I ain't no southern belle
 No Georgia peach
 I guess all my good graces are too far out of reach
 I sleep so deep each night
 I'm lying in the bed we made
 And when I get you off, babe
 Well you know it's give and take
 So I don't feel bad when I get mine
 Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line
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 Sometimes I'm doing things half-ass wrong
 Sometimes the words I sing are just some half-ass song
 I get lost and I get found
 Oh, and I'll be good until I need another round
 'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick
 And a man when I'm well
 But it's nice to have them both sometimes
 When I feel like raising hell
 So don't try and save me
 I'll be just fine
 Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line
 No, don't try and save me
 I'll be just fine
 Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line
 Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line