Wicked Blues (live)

Honey, you know I've been a bad man
Hittin' the street with a bad plan
Tell me mama, have you heard the news?
I got the whiskey blues from my head to my shoes.

Now pour me a shot of Jim Beam or Jack,
Second thought, make it Johnny Walker Black.
To warm up the soul, gonna roast up your soul
Toast up your soul because you know that's how I roll.

Whiskey to me is just like a good looking girl.
All I want is just to give it a whirl.
Take it down off the shelf, just go on and help myself.
Help myself and have a drink unto my health.

Honey, you know I've been a bad man
Hittin' the street with a band plan
Tell me mama, have you heard the news?
I got the smoking blues from my head to my shoes.

Well I don't mess around with no rag weed.
Only top of the line headies for me.
I'm always, I'm always, I said, I'm always on the hunt.
I’m always on the hunt for a big ole honey blunt.

Now pack me up a bowl of them Northern Lights.
I'll pass it to the hippy girl on my right.
We smokin' all day, and we blazin' all night.
I said, let's get together and we feeling alright.

Honey, you know I've been a very bad man
Hittin' the street with a very band plan
Tell me mama, have you heard the news?
I got the cocaine blues from my head to my shoes.

Mama, don't you give me no more bad news.
Don't take em away, my cocaine blues
Because I like it that, Oh I like it just like that.
Now chalk me up a dozen more just like that.

Chicken scratch mama, you're the one for me.
Party all night long, way past 2 or 3.
4, 5, 6 or until we get our kicks.
I said, 4, 5, 6 until we get our fix .
4, 5, 6 or until we get our kicks.
4, 5, 6 or until we get our kicks.