They say I'm mean
Lord, she's got a temper and honestly
I just can't remember the last time I went
out without showing out or getting kicked out
of a bar
and I can't help but do it to myself I always take it too far
If I drink a shot of whiskey,
Katie,
bar the door
And if I think you're looking at me,
we'll wind up on the floor
And fighting,
fussing,
everything in between I just can't help it,
baby,
that Jim Beam
makes me mean
In Kentucky,
we keep him on the shelf
And if I see him,
I'll tell old Jim myself I love the stuff you're making,
don't be mistaken
But it's taking its toll on me
And that white label gets me unstable
Got me saying I'm 10 foot 3 If I drink a shot of whiskey,
Katie,
bar the
door
And if I think you're looking at me, we'll
wind up on the floor Kissing, cussing, fighting,
fussing, everything
in between I just can't help it,
baby,
that Jim Beam
makes me mean I swear I swore it all for good
Just because you can don't mean you should
If I drink a shot of whiskey,
Katie,
bar the door
And if I think you're looking at me,
we'll wind up on the floor
Kissing,
cussing,
fighting,
fussing,
everything in between I just can't help it,
baby,
that Jim Beam makes me mean