1984strat 
Well, my baby, she don’t want me around. She said she’s tired of watchin’ me fall down. She wants the good life, only the best. But I like that bottle better than the rest. And she said: I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble. Well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble. Well, I think that you’re headed for a whole lot of trouble. If you take your whiskey… “Guitar riff”