Boots By The Wrong Bed Songtext
von Blake Whiten

(Two, three, four)

Keep spendin′ all my weekends
Dive barrin' off the deep end, yeah, I do
Keep throwin′ down them Lincolns
On one too many drinks, yeah, you're the proof

To 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 playin' with a fire that ain′t nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn't care less
I keep kickin′ 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 playin' with a fire that ain′t nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn't care less
I keep kickin′ my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails to this hell that I'm in
I keep sayin′ that I'm done 'til I do it again
I know I′ll wake up in the mornin′ just kickin' myself
But I keep kickin′ my boots off by the wrong bed
By the wrong bed

I should leave 'em 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 playin' with a fire that ain't nothing but smoke
You keep breaking my heart and I couldn′t care less
I keep kickin′ my boots off by the wrong bed
I keep running off the rails to this hell that I'm in
I keep sayin′ that I'm done ′til I do it again
I know I'll wake up in the mornin′ just kickin' myself
But I keep kickin' 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
By the wrong bed