She said why Why do you love that whiskey When all it does is get you in trouble Can't you keep it on the shelf? And why Why do you love them long nights Breakin' hearts in them smokey bars Can't you wake up by yourself? Well, it ain't all that complicated I just can't turn down temptation Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds A souped-up truck and a road full of curves A town full of bars and a run-down church Tell me what you think is gonna happen When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam Let him loose with a song and a "six string" Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream What you think is gonna happen Me She said don't Don't you get tired of the rumors? Lies and truth mixed all together Can't tell 'em apart no more There ain't no winners in the game you're playing Don't you give a damn 'bout your reputation? Why you keep putting yourself in these situations? Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds A souped-up truck and a road full of curves A town full of bars and a run-down church Tell me what you think is gonna happen When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam Let him loose with a song and a "six string" Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream What you think is gonna happen Me Give a boy a red Ryder and a yard full of birds A souped-up truck and a road full of curves A town full of bars and a run-down church Tell me what you think is gonna happen When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam Let him loose with a song and a "six string" Long line of sinners running wild in his bloodstream What you think is gonna happen Me