Thin line

Walking a thin line

Staying out late at nightI′m not happy, feeling low

It's so hard these days to play my cards right

It′s about time to start the show

I got tickets for my friends that want to go

And I wish you'd come down

Just come on by

Oh, I need your easy roll around of a good time

'Cause I want whiskey when I′m sick

And a man when I′m well

But it's nice to have them both sometimes

When I feel like raising hell

So don′t try and save me

I'll be just fine

I′m getting used to walking on a thin line

Some days I try hard to watch my mouth

To say the right things but the wrong just slip right out

Oh, I ain't no southern belle

No Georgia peach

I guess all my good graces are too far out of reach

I sleep so deep each night

I′m lying in the bed we made

And when I get you off, babe

Well you know it's give and take

So I don't feel bad when I get mine

Oh, I′m getting used to walking on a thin line

Sometimes I′m doing things half-ass wrong

Sometimes the words I sing are just some half-ass song

I get lost and I get found

Oh, and I'll be good until I need another round

′Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick

And a man when I′m well

But it's nice to have them both sometimes

When I feel like raising hell

So don′t try and save me

I'll be just fine

Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line

No, don′t try and save me

I′ll be just fine

Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line

Oh, I′m getting used to walking on a thin line