Well it’s closing time, I'm down to my last dime
You can bet your ass I'm in a world of trouble
If I’d a stuck with beer, I’d been out of here
But the man in the bar room mirror is still drowning doubles
When the hard stuff hits my veins
I'm a puppet on a string
That old 90 proof just won’t let me stop
Drop a needle on that old jukebox
I’ll be a fool on a stool but it ain’t my fault
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
When the morning comes, my old lady son
Gonna come undone loud and clear
But it’ll happen again cause every now and then
My old low down no good friend gets in my ear
When the hard stuff hits my veins
I'm a puppet on a string
That old 90 proof just won’t let me stop
Drop a needle on that old jukebox
I’ll be a fool on a stool but it ain’t my fault
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
Yeah I do
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
Let’s go one more time
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
I can do this all day
That’s what happens when whiskey calls the shots
