

Prompt / Lyrics
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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female
3:47
No
2/13/2026