I just walked in and you were gone
To your mama's eyes, I suppose
It looks like you won't be back
So I thought you ought to know
I found that note you left today
It only took you half a page
I'm gonna *** my old guitar
Take a pencil from the jar
Fill in the empty space
I'm gonna tell you how I feel
Spit up genuine wine
And drink a glass of wine

Open a bottle of 90 proof
And write a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do
In each line you're gonna hear
It's my fault and I miss you
I know it won't
Be in time
It may not even rhyme
But all it has to be is true
I'm gonna tell you how I feel
Spit up genuine wine
And drink a glass of wine
Open a bottle of 90 proof
And write a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do
Oh, here it goes
Oh!
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I'm gonna tell you how I feel
Spit up genuine wine
And drink a glass of wine




Open a bottle of 90 proof
Open a bottle of 90 proof
And sang a song for you
Like Kristofferson would do