I woke up feeling pretty good
Like any single man should
Then that sun made its way down
And your ghost starts creepin' out
Like I always knew it would
When your memory's comin' on
I play that old Bo Seaford song
Yeah,
I was half a bottle in And I know I just can't win
I can't pour them drinks that strong
I blew right by that liquor store
And mine is well-bought up gold Yes,
you can call me living proof
Ain't no bourbon quite like you That * ain't working anymore
I wish I never knew your name
It cuts my hands like razor blades
And there ain't nothing in that bar Gonna mend this broken heart
Guess I'll stick to smoking green
I bet Charlie knew about a devil like
you Beatin' death for the living dead
He knew about a devil like you Beatin' death for the Georgian man
When your memory's comin' on
I play
that old Bo Seaford song
Yeah,
I was half a bottle in And I know I just can't win
I can't pour them drinks that strong
I blew right by that liquor store
And mine is well-bought
up gold Yes, you can call me living proof
Ain't no bourbon quite like you That * ain't working anymore
Yes,
you can call me living proof Ain't no bourbon quite like you
That * ain't working anymore