One Hand On My Whiskey

I got one hand on my whiskey
I got one hand on my gun
I got one hand on my whiskey, mamma
I got one hand on my gun
Lord, that gal of mine just told me
That I ain't her only one
And I've been cryin' for you, mamma
Since you packed your things to go
I've been cryin' for you. mamma
Since you packed your things to go
And I'll be moaning for you, baby
'Til you say you love me so
And I got one bullet in my six-gun
When it comes is a surprise
I got one bullet in my six-gun
When it comes is a surprise
And I'll slowly take my chances
Prayin' you'll open your eyes
Well, farewell, fair-weather friends
I'll see you on the other side
I said farewell, fair-weather friends
I'll see you on the other side
You can carve it on my tombstone
"A cheatin' gal I can't abide."
And I got one hand on my whiskey
I got one hand on my gun gun gun gun gun
Gun gun
I got one hand on my whiskey, mamma
I got one hand on my gun
Lord, that gal of mine just told me
That I ain't her only one



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Wayne Johnson
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