Please Don't Take the Baby to the Liquor Store - Rev. Horton Heat

Please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

It’s not the kind of bottle he’s been cryin' for

Take our milk money and walk right out the door

But please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

Don’t need tequila candy with the worm inside

It’s hard for him to swallow, as well as our pride

His dirty feet might dangle like it’s some fun ride

But it’s not a grocery basket when there’s booze inside

Please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

It’s not the kind of bottle he’s been cryin' for

Take the milk money and walk right out the door

But please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

I searched our dusty pantry for some old saltines

The kids say they are hungry and I know what they mean

A jar of party olives and some grenadine

Can’t satisfy their hunger like those pork and beans

Please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

It’s not the kind of bottle he’s been cryin' for

Take the milk money and walk right out the door

But please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

Don’t store the whiskey bottles on the lowest lying shelves

Easily accessible to tiny little elves

Neighbors start to gossip when our children start to play

Crown Royal bags aren’t mittens on a cold winter’s day

Please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

It’s not the kind of bottle he’s been cryin' for

Take the milk money and walk right out the door

But please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

Please don’t take the baby to the liquor store

Liquor store