Songtext Whiskey told ya Eli Young Band

Whiskey told ya

One shot can turn into two
Two gets me telling the truth
Two shots can turn into three
That's when I'm speaking my peace
Three shots can turn into four
That's when I don't count anymore
No telling what happens next
But I got a pretty good guess

Might get a little out of hand
When I get my hand on that handle
Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man
When I mix some Jack with my Daniels
But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof
Devil on my shoulder
So when the party's over
Don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Oh-oh, yeah
Hey-yeah

Might ruffle up some of your feathers
Let your girl know she could do better
Sorry if you got a bone to pick
'Cause I mix alcohol with politics
"Where'd you get that shirt? 'Cause I hate it"
"Nice truck, no, you ain't overcompensating"
"By the way, how's your mom?
Tell her to call, it's been too long"

Might get a little out of hand
When I get my hand on that handle
Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man
When I mix some Jack with my Daniels
But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof
Devil on my shoulder
So when the party's over
Don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Sometimes I take it too far
No, I'm not crying, you are
Can't fix what I can't remember
Don't hate the player, hate the bender

'Cause I got a little out of hand
When I got my hand on that handle
Yeah, buddy, I'm an honest man
When I mix some Jack with my Daniels
But it ain't my fault, it's that 80 proof
Devil on my shoulder
So when the party's over
Don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya

Oh-oh, yeah
Hey-yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, don't blame me for what the whiskey told ya