Whiskey on the Dash, Trouble in Her Pants… Pocket
Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands
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She’s not the preacher’s daughter; she’s an angel.
No, the subject of this song is the Sheriff’s ex,
She can hotwire a truck faster than she can two-step,
Every time she’s jilted at the dancehall, she steals the fella’s truck,
Drives it to the Stockyard, just to test her luck.
Hell, she’s been down there and back the same night
And she laughed ‘til she “shook in her boots” when he remembered where he’d parked it.
Course he called the Sherriff but what’s the Sherriff gonna do?
(Chorus)
She’s got whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
Stirs up chaos and no one can stop it.
She’s spray-paintin’ “Mama’s Boy” on his favorite blind,
Puttin’ glitter in his boots, leavin’ sparkles behind.
She sends flowers to the Judge with his name on the card,
Leavin’ the whole damn town wonderin’ what’s goin’ on.
He could lock her up, but knows it’d be worse,
She’s a wild one, breakin’ laws just to hear him curse.
Yeah, whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
She’s got the Sheriff on the run, and she ain’t gonna stop it.
She taught him how to shoot, and tells it at the rodeo,
Says without her, he couldn’t hit a barn if it was slow.
She drinks whiskey straight, her mouth just as hot,
She invented two cuss words the deputy’s still awed.
When a cowboy couldn’t find his truck, she creamed her jeans,
Laughin’ at the look on his face—oh, that’s the scene.
She don’t care ‘bout the law, just what makes the Sherriff squirm,
And when she’s through with him, she’ll leave him food for worms.
(Chorus)
She’s got whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
Stirs up chaos and no one can stop it.
She’s spray-paintin’ “Mama’s Boy” on his favorite blind,
Puttin’ glitter in his boots, leavin’ sparkles behind.
She sends flowers to the Judge with his name on the card,
Leavin’ the whole damn town wonderin’ what’s goin’ on.
He could lock her up, but knows it’d be worse,
She’s a wild one, breakin’ laws just to hear him curse.
Yeah, whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
She’s got the Sheriff on the run, and she ain’t gonna stop it.
(Bridge)
Folks in town just shake their heads, wonderin’ why,
He don’t do somethin’ ‘bout her, won’t even try.
But it’s Texas, he’s Sherriff; and can tolerate who he wants,
And she’s the kind of woman that never stops.
(Chorus)
She’s got whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
Stirs up chaos and no one can stop it.
She’s spray-paintin’ “Mama’s Boy” on his favorite blind,
Puttin’ glitter in his boots, leavin’ sparkles behind.
She sends flowers to the Judge with his name on the card,
Leavin’ the whole damn town wonderin’ what’s goin’ on.
He could lock her up, but knows it’d be worse,
She’s a wild one, breakin’ laws just to hear him curse.
Yeah, whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants… pocket,
She’s got the Sheriff on the run, and she ain’t gonna stop it.
OUTRO:
Whiskey on the dash, trouble in her pants,
When it comes to causin’ hell, she’s never gonna drop it.
