Cory Marks, Theory of A Deadman, Jason Hook - 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 Waylon song But old number seven was a damn too strong Back road, the radio loud Pushin' 85 and burnin' one down Twist the cap off and pass it around Feelin' all right now One thing that I do well is raise some hell Full moon on a Saturday night Throwin' down whiskey 'til light I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double Before the drinks hit the floor We're bustin' out the front door Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double (Yeah, blame it on the double) 15 before last call I'm shootin' back Jack, she's puttin' out a fireball Her boots on, nearly six feet tall I wanna love her like a butterfly just like the Dolly song Right girl on the wrong side of town Drunk ex-boyfriend runnin' his mouth Hold my drink, it's about to go down Feelin' all right now One thing I know too well is raisin' hell (yeah) Full moon on a Saturday night Throwin' down whiskey 'til light Well, I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double Before the drinks hit the floor We're bustin' out the front door Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double (Yeah, blame it on the double) Full moon on a Saturday night Throwin' down whiskey 'til light I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double Before the drinks hit the floor We're bustin' out the front door Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double Whoa-oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh Well, I swear I ain't lookin' for trouble Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double Whoa-oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh Black Label's gonna bring out the rebel Don't blame me, man, blame it on the double (Yeah, blame it on the double)