Blame It On The Double (feat. Tyler Connolly of Theory of a Deadman & Jason Hook)

I tried to bow my head. Put down the bottle like my grandma said my Daddy did. I love her like a wailing song, But ole number seven was damn too strong. Back road, the radio loud. Pushin' eighty-five and burning one down. Twist the cap off and pass it around. Feeling all right now. One thing that I do well is raise some Hell. Full moon on a Saturday night. Throwing down whiskey till light. I swear I ain't looking for trouble. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Before the drinks hit the floor, We're busting out the front door. Black label's gonna bring out the rebel. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Yeah, blame it on the devil. Fifteen before last call. I'm shooting back Jack just looking at a fireball. The boots on, maybe six feet tall. Wanna love her like a butterfly, just like the Night he's gone. Right girl on the wrong side Of town. Drunk ex-boyfriend running his mouth. Hold my drink, it's about to go down. Feeling all right now. One thing I know too well is raising hell. Yeah. Full moon on a Saturday night. Throwing down whiskey till light. Well, I swear I ain't looking for trouble. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Before the drinks hit the floor, We're busting out the front door. Black label's gonna bring out the rebel. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Yeah, blame it on the devil. Full moon on a Saturday night. Throwing down whiskey till light. I swear I ain't looking for trouble. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Before the drinks hit the floor, We're busting out the front door. Black label's gonna bring out the rebel. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Whoa. Whoa. Well, I swear I ain't looking for trouble. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Whoa. Whoa. Black label's gonna bring out the rebel. Don't blame me man, blame it on the devil. Yeah, blame it on the devil.