Baby you need to put that bottle down

Put that gun back in the drawer

I hear your man's been out there runnin' around

You're hell'bent to even up the score


(Chorus)

Don't let the devil get you by the throat

You pull that trigger, girl, that's all she wrote

Satan's waitin' for you down the road

Oh which way will you go


Your hands are shaking and your knees are weak

Pistol pointed at the door

You're tired of wearing bruises on your cheek

And being treated like a whore


Repeat Chorus twice


Oh only Heaven knows


Baby you need to put that bottle down

Put that gun back in the drawer