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Baby you need to put that bottle down Put that gun back in the drawer I hear your man's been out there runnin' around You're hell'bent to even up the score (Chorus) Don't let the devil get you by the throat You pull that trigger, girl, that's all she wrote Satan's waitin' for you down the road Oh which way will you go Your hands are shaking and your knees are weak Pistol pointed at the door You're tired of wearing bruises on your cheek And being treated like a whore Repeat Chorus twice Oh only Heaven knows Baby you need to put that bottle down Put that gun back in the drawer (Thanks to Nick for these lyrics) From Letras Mania