Verse 1]
Sittin’ on the tailgate of my rusted F-150
Neon buzzin’ ‘round this dive bar called The Rusty Key
She walked in wearin’ red boots and a smile that cut like sin
I should’ve known right then my wedding ring was sinkin’
[Chorus]
Whiskey, lies, and a loaded .45
That’s the holy trinity of a cheatin’ Southern life
One shot for the heartache, two for the shame
Three for the man who stole my name
Now the sheriff’s got my number, and the devil’s got my soul
All because I couldn’t keep my hands off what wasn’t my own
[Verse 2]
Her husband was a roughneck, worked the rigs out past Mobile
Heard he kept a sawed-off under the seat of his Oldsmobile
She said “He don’t touch me like you do, baby, make me feel alive”
Next thing I know we’re tangled up in the back of my ride
[Chorus]
Whiskey, lies, and a loaded .45
That’s the holy trinity of a cheatin’ Southern life
One pull of the trigger, one pull of the chain
Now I’m bleedin’ out love in the pourin’ rain
[Bridge – Solo steel guitar]
(Let that crying steel guitar wail for sixteen bars
Slow and lonesome, like a freight train draggin’ scars
Bends every note till it hurts just right
Echoes of regret cuttin’ through the night)
[Verse 3]
He caught us at the motel off Highway 31
Kicked in the door with that shotgun, said “Boy, this ain’t no fun”
I reached for my pistol, he squeezed first, I hit the floor
She screamed my name then ran right out the door
[Final Chorus]
Whiskey, lies, and a loaded .45
Brought me to this jail cell where the cold bars never lie
They say I’ll walk the line or fry under Alabama skies
For a taste of forbidden in her lyin’ eyes
Now the jukebox plays our song, but the record’s scratchin’ bad
Another cheater’s tale, just another Southern tragedy
[Outro]
Yeah… whiskey, lies…
And that damn .45
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