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-a** wrong Sometimes the words I sing are just some half-a** 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