Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup Well, she says goodbye and the phone hangs up And it's kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on judgement day ♪ Well, these empty bottles and motel rooms Don't treat me quite like they used to And the company man still treats me well Paying for a glorified prison cell Well, she comes, she goes, she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy Yeah, no vacancy ♪ She said she'll call me 'round half past eight Been a damn long day, don't wait up too late And I'm sitting like a prisoner in these four walls Watching basic cable, drinking alcohol Well, she comes, she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy Yeah, no vacancy ♪ Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup She says goodbye and the phone hangs up And it's kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on judgement day She comes, she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy No vacancy Yeah, no vacancy