Well, she gave me the kind of goodbye
That one of them
You ain't got a snowballs chance in hell
No, would you baby, could you baby
Come on baby, change your mind
So I hit the ground running
Like the devil was on my tail
Her leavings like a freight train
Coming at me fast
And this whiskey's like a shotgun
In the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them is gonna get me
The heartache or regret
And her being gone or the alcohol
Man, it ain't hit me yet
No, it ain't hit me yet
One more shot might do me in
Unless that bar band
Plays another lonesome song
The other night when she was mine
I would've liked a slow dance
Right now you need
To turn it up or turn it off
'Cause her leavings like a freight train
Coming at me fast
And this whiskey's like a shotgun
In the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them is gonna get me
The heartache or regret
And her being gone or the alcohol
Man, it ain't hit me yet
No, it ain't hit me yet
Six feet under
Or three sheets to the wind
One way or another
I'll be going off the deep-end
Outta my mind, long gone
When it all sinks in
'Cause her leavings like a freight train
Coming at me fast
And this whiskey's like a shotgun
In the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them is gonna get me
The heartache or regret
Her being gone or the alcohol
Man, it ain't hit me yet
No, it ain't hit me yet
No, it ain't hit me yet
It ain't hit me yet
It ain't hit me yet