Whiskey Bent And Hell Bound

I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong, But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around. And ya know that's when I fall and I can't help myself at all. And I get whiskey bent and hell bound. Play me some songs about a ramblin' man, Put a cold one in my hand. 'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds. Don't ya play 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry' 'Cause I get all balled up inside. And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound. Sure enough about closing time, 'bout stoned out of my mind. And I end up with some honky tonk special I found. Just as sure as the morning sun comes, Thinkin' of my sweet girl at home. And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound. Play me the songs about a ramblin' man, Put old Jim Beam in my hand. 'Cause ya know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds. But don't play 'Your Cheatin' Heart' 'Cause that'll tear me all apart. I get whiskey bent and hell bound. Yeah, old Hank songs always make me feel down.