Lyrics

My Bad Angel


Left work on Friday paycheck in my hand
Good Angel on my shoulder, headed to the bank
This Friday would be different; I?d become a changed man
Little devil pops up gives my steering wheel a yank

He drove us to the bar, Angels fighting and a squawking
?Hurry bartender, I need a fixer"
Two shooters later just one Angel talking
Cause my good Angel can?t hold my liquor

Now my Bad Angel is having a good time
As long as there?s whiskey and women he?s fine
So pour us another Johnny Walker Black Label
Cause My Bad Angel is having a Good Time

I put money in the jukebox, bought drinks all around
Spied us a redhead so we gave her a whirl
Out on the floor, grooving to the sound
A big ol? boy jumps up says, ?Buddy, that?s my girl

He grabbed me by the collar and he jerked me around
So I hit him with a left, unloaded my right
Baddie flaps his wings, says that should set him down
Big ol? boy just smiles ? Are you ready to fight?

Now my Bad Angel is having a good time
As long as there?s whiskey and women he?s fine
So pour us another Johnny Walker Black Label
Cause My Bad Angel is having a Good Time


So there you have it, that?s how I meet my friends
Next Friday I?ll be doing it again
Only one mystery along with all the hurt
Which girl wrote her number on the back of my shirt?


Now my Bad Angel is having a good time
As long as there?s whiskey and women he?s fine
So pour us another Johnny Walker Black Label
Cause My Bad Angel is having a Good Time
So pour us another Johnny Walker Black Label
Cause My Bad Angel is having a Good Time
I said a Good Time
I mean a Good Time


©? 2006 by Pete Gallatin
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