Get this man his keysDriving 130 on I-95I don't care if I get out of this aliveBottle in my hand, foot on the gasStars above remind me of my pastHow I got here, how my life came to beNow I'm at 170Cursing God for cursing meI put my heart on my sleeveShe really made me believeWhy am I so naive?One hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl no longer wants to kiss mePacked her bag, grabbed her keysAnd walked straight out the doorI can't believe she doesn't love me anymoreOne hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl's goneAnd she don't even miss meSun's been down, drinks been outBeer at the bar, he's tipsy nowThrow me another, says the man in the hatHe's got the type of voice you don't get mad atBut as the night turns colderAnd the devil on his shoulder tells himYou can drive just fine, he ain't soberThe man in the hat asks for one fuller roadBartender man, I'm not a man for youGet some whiskey to goHe hops in his truck, turns on the radioHe's really trying to focus, make his way back homeThen crash goes the car on the side of the pathHe goes through the winter with a great big crashSpirit leaves his body while he dies in the bushGoing down the road to hell, he starts singingOne hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl no longer wants to kiss mePacked her bag, grabbed her keysAnd walked straight out the doorI can't believe she doesn't love me anymoreOne hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl's goneAnd she don't even miss meShe was my first love since we were kidsWe grew up on the same roadGave me her old clothesShe was always bigger than meUntil we both turned nineteenThat's when we started kissingAnd I took your fishAnd told my dad he was gonna marry meHe said, that's such a childish dreamDamn, guess he's rightCause you ain't with meThis ain't right, guess life ain't fairThought I played my cards rightYou didn't careIf you don't care, then why should I?I think that's why I drink and driveOne hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl no longer wants to kiss mePacked her bag, grabbed her keysAnd walked straight out the doorI can't believe she doesn't love me anymoreOne hand on the wheelOne hand on the whiskeyBecause my baby girl's goneAnd she don't even miss meOne hand on the whiskey