There's a tin roof shack on the outskirts of town
That the law don't know, when the sun goes down
They got the good stuff you can't find at the store
But you gotta know the knock, knock, knock on the door
Fire up a friday running full throttle
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
A giant of a man with a snow white beard
Tell you son I've been cooking here too many years
Out behind the barn in my moonshine still
If they ain't found me yet they probably never will
It'll kick you like a mule, put a hitch in your hobble
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
It'll get you swayin left, get you swayin right
Makes you wanna love, or it makes you wanna fight
Every last call girl gets to lookin like a model
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
By the time we hit the honky tonk $10 in
The band was heating up, she was sipping on a gin
She grabbed me by the hand, pulled me out on the floor
Next thing you know we were out the back door
Dixie-cup-sippin that shine in the dark
Solid county gold got her here in my arms
Swayin' to the left, swaying to the right
Slow Keith Whitley in the the full moonlight
She said you only live once baby that's my motto
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
Sun coming up, pounding in my brain
Last night hit me like an runaway train
Rolling down the track, running full throttle
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
Get you swayin' left, get you swayin' right
Makes you wanna love, o' makes you wanna fight
Kick s you like a mule, put a hitch in your hobble
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
Fire up a Friday r-r-running full throttle
It's a whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle
A whole lotta trouble in a 20 dollar bottle