The Cadillac Three - Why Ya Gotta Go Out like That Lyrics

I was drinkin' whiskey, you was drinkin' red
Drinkin' like that, you know how the night'll end, shit
Screen door slams, brown eyed stare
Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air
Go and ring the bell, aw, it's on again
Here we go

Why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?

Now I'm sittin' out here just smokin' on a cigarette, yeah
Thinkin' there's maybe, baby, somethin' that I coulda, woulda, shoulda said
(I love you, that's right)
To stop that screen door slam, brown eyed stare
Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air

Well, why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?

I said some things, yeah
Ah, baby

Why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?

(Bye-bye, yeah)
Damn
(See you in the morning)
That's a barn burner, ouch
(I'll be on the couch)
(Burning cigarettes)
(Whiskey bottles, oops)
(Tom Petty cassette tapes, my bad)
(Tom Petty cassette tapes)
(Hungover, hungover)
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)