Lyrics
Verse 1
Rolled out of town with a five-dollar planDust on the boots and a map in my handStopped at the bar where the jukebox grinnedSaid, "Pour one more, let the trouble begin"
Pre‑Chorus
Got a tankful of gas and a pocketful of songIf we're headed for trouble, we won't be gone long
Chorus
Whiskey bent and hellboundLaughing while the wheels roll roundRaise your glass, let the good times poundWhiskey bent and hellboundYeah, whiskey bent and hellbound
Verse 2
My baby said, "Boy, don't you start no fight"I said, "Honey, I ain't looking, but I might"The band kicked in and the whole room spunWe left with the sunrise, still having fun
Pre‑Chorus
No map can tell us where the night winds downBut every backroad leads to another town
Chorus
Whiskey bent and hellboundLaughing while the wheels roll roundRaise your glass, let the good times poundWhiskey bent and hellboundYeah, whiskey bent and hellboundinstrumental
Chorus
Whiskey bent and hellboundLaughing while the wheels roll roundRaise your glass, let the good times poundWhiskey bent and hellboundYeah, whiskey bent and hellbound
Outro
Whiskey bent and hellboundWhiskey bent and hellbound