O.B. McClinton - Six Pack From Trouble lyrics

Sitting here watching you look at her And I know what you're thinking and I don't blame you one bit She sure looks good, and I would if I could But I can't anymore cause good sense made me quit She's a six pack of trouble, she's a pint of rot gut booze If you think you're low down She'll put you right down in your shoes I remember one time I searched all night And came home and cried cause I couldn't find her nowhere She took off with a guy named Clyde That plays in a band in a small town south of here After a couple of days she came home With her clothes in an old brown sack I didn't say much I was so glad to get her back I don't care what she does anymore I just come here cause I like the band Sometimes she smiles and waves at me like some old friend That she don't understand So buy her beer and tell her a lie friend She'll let you take her home But when you leave in the morning just make sure you leave alone She's a six pack of trouble, she's a pint of rot gut booze If you think you're low now She'll put you right down in your shoes