Take a little smoke in the evening

Take a little whiskey on ice

I never get behind on killing my mind

It’s just the kind of things I like

Just the kind of things I like

The minute that I saw you walking over

I figured I was digging my grave

And you had the shovel

I knew you were trouble

But you’re just the kind of trouble I crave

Just the kind of trouble I crave

Mama always set a good example

Daddy always gave me good advice

Jesus tried to steer me in the right direction

But the devil always made me think twice

Devil always made me think twice

Some day I’m going six feet under

And when they got me standing at the gate

They’ll tally up my sins and won’t let me in

Saying son you’re just a little too late

Son you’re just a little too late

And mama always set a good example

Daddy always gave me good advice

Jesus tried to steer me in the right direction

But the devil always made me think twice

Devil always made me think twice

Devil always made me

Devil always made me

Devil always made me think twice