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Thin lineWalking a thin lineStaying out late at nightI'm not happyFeeling lowIt's so hard these days to play my cards rightIt's about timeTo start the showI got tickets for my friends that want to goAnd I wish you'd come downJust come on byOh, I need your easy roll around of a good time'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sickAnd a man when I'm wellBut it's nice to have them both sometimesWhen I feel like raising hellSo don't try and save meI'll be just fineI'm getting used to walking on a thin lineSome days I try hardSongtexteTo watch my mouthTo say the right thingsBut the wrong just slip right outOh, I ain't no Southern belleNo Georgia peachI guess all my good graces are too far out of reachI sleep so deep each nightI'm lying in the bed we madeAnd when I get you off, babeWell you know it's give and takeSo I don't feel badWhen I get mineOh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin lineSometimes I'm doing things half-ass wrongSometimes the words I sing are just some half-ass songI get lost and I get foundOh, and I'll be good until I need another round'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sickAnd a man when I'm wellBut it's nice to have them both sometimesWhen I feel like raising hellSo don't try and save meI'll be just fineOh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin lineNo, don't try and save meI'll be just fineOh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin lineOh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line Aus Songtexte Mania