Thin Line - honeyhoney

Thin line

Walking a thin line

Staying out late at night

I’m not happy

Feeling low

It’s so hard these days

To play my cards right

It’s about time

To start the show

I got tickets for my

Friends that want to go

And I wish you’d come down

Just come on by

Oh, I need your easy roll

Around of a good time

'Cause I want whiskey when I’m sick

And a man when I’m well

But it’s nice to have them both sometimes

When I feel like raising hell

So don’t try and save me

I’ll be just fine

I’m getting used to

Walking on a thin line

Some days I try hard

To watch my mouth

To say the right things

But the wrong just slip right out

Oh, I ain’t no Southern belle

No Georgia peach

I guess all my good graces

Are too far out of reach

I sleep so deep each night

I’m lying in the bed we made

And when I get you off, babe

Well you know it’s give and take

So I don’t feel bad

When I get mine

Oh, I’m getting used to

Walking on a thin line

Sometimes I’m doing things

Half-ass wrong

Sometimes the words I sing

Are just some half-ass song

I get lost

And I get found

Oh, and I’ll be good until I need another round

'Cause I want whiskey when I’m sick

And a man when I’m well

But it’s nice to have them both sometimes

When I feel like raising hell

So don’t try and save me

I’ll be just fine

Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line

No, don’t try and save me

I’ll be just fine

Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line

Oh, I’m getting used to walking on a thin line