I don't wanna think about you anymore I don't wanna think about the bad I've got a wonderful life Food on my plate More than I could ask for But you're still in my mind All I can hope is that I haunt you the way you do to me And that you feel at least a little bit bad For what you've done to everyone Your face on my mind Your voice in my dreams Your name carved on my skin No matter what I do I just can't seem to get rid of it I don't wanna think about you anymore I don't wanna think about the bad I've got a wonderful life Food on my plate More than I could ask for But you're still in my mind All I can think about is How perfect it was but it wasn't even real And I'm just hoping you cry your eyes out Every time you think of me, yea I don't wanna think about you anymore I don't wanna think about the bad I've got a wonderful life Food on my plate More than I could ask for But you're still in my mind, hm-mm-mm Mhm-mm, mm, mm

The phone rings I don't wanna, talk to you Don't you know that I'm trying my best To keep it between the lines I never thought it would hurt so bad I never knew it would kick my ass I called you a bitch one time I wish I never had If the river was a highway Going to another town White lines and by-ways Snort it up and drink it down I got checks that bounce You moved out on a house that's foreclosed now And I keep wondering how I keep wondering why Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again I remember it was just a game Back in our younger days We held on to a hurricane And then I drowned If you're water I'm gasoline Mixed in a way I never seen I never thought I could be so mean As I am now I guess I'm gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and they're having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again

I'm a sucker, a sinner Three times a loser A fool who can't buy you a ring You're a lady, a saint You're three times I ain't You're my bonafide double wide queen I don't care for the bills in the mailbox I don't care for your dad on the phone It's you and me in my chair Covered up in your hair And it feels pretty good being poor There's cracks in the ceiling And I love the feeling Of watching you stuck in a dream And you let out a smile And I think for a while When you're sleeping, you're dreaming of me I don't care for the bills in the mailbox You don't care for the cars on the lawn It's you and me in my bed Waking up to this mess And it feels pretty good being poor I don't care for the bills in the mailbox I don't care for your dad on the phone It's you and me in my chair Covered up in your hair And it feels pretty good being poor I know we ain't got much But we're so rich in love And it feels pretty good being poor

Yeah i'm out here runin just as fast as I can I got the whole world lookin at me. Beggin me to change and I am but it aint who I wanna be. Oh the interstate's pumpin just like a vein full of california license plates. And my heart is thumpin goin insane, they tunred Austin into LA. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from houston to tennesee. Yeah my grnadad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. Yessir, no sir, pardon me mam, you don't hear it much anymore. From the punk ass kids who don't give a damn hanging out at the corner store. They're gonna beg steal and borrow all the promise from tommorw, it aint that hard to tell and no one else knows because they're staring at their phones, the whole worlds goin to hell. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee. Yeah my grandad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out thin from houston to Tennesee. Them good old boys are few and far between. They're spread out from Houston to Teneessee. Yeah my grandad's spinnin in his grave and they're all out there. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned. I'm old fashioned.

I was just a young man, A little wet behind the ears She grew up at the country club with the diamond chandeliers I worked at the feed store I was broke and naive She was next in line for the crown to be the rose queen I could get alcohol she had a lot of cash We'd watch the June bugs dance around while lying on the grass I knew it wouldn't work out for a hissy like me But I couldn't resist to steal a kiss from the rose queen My momma always told me she was too rich for my blood Her daddy always said I was never good enough She was just a southern bell lord I made her ring Soaking wet from beads of sweat busting at the seams She went off to college I stayed my ass back home She came back sororitized as a teenage debutant Now she tries to act like she don't remember me I guess I'm only good enough once I guess I'm only good enough once For the rose queen for the rose queen For the rose queen for the rose queen

Everybody's getting more time with me than you Yeah, I've been working real hard And you have been working too Well this Friday night I'll tell you what we're gonna do We gonna pack our bags We don't have to leave the room We can drive to Memphis Listen to the blues Catch a train to New Orleans And on to Baton Rouge As long as we're together We can stay right here Counting all the stars in the middle of nowhere Yeah, we can get away But we can't stay I wonder what the hell we're saving our money for If we can't buy time with each other anymore Come Monday morning I'll tell you what we gonna do We're gonna call in sick And do whatever we want to We can go to California Be something that we're not We can fly to Colorado Maybe smoke a little pot As long as we're together We can stay right here Counting all the starts Maybe drink a couple beers Yeah, we can get away But we can't stay We can go to New York City Dance in Central Park We can go on down to Austin And drink in all the bars We can go up to Chicago Down to Cristal Beach Man it doesn't really matter to me Yeah, we can get away But we can't stay Yeah, we can get away But we can't stay Oh, we can get away But we can't stay