I know he's called you a bunch of times, tore up from the floor, up out of his mindSaying he's sorry and asking if he can stop by againHe's pulled a hang and got help and said some things he swore he meantBut I swear this time is different, babyNo, it wasn't a late night crazyTwo in the morning, I'm calling you, babyI wouldn't lie with my friends in a real drunk crowdThat ain't at all how it all went downIt wasn't a whiskey and a country songThat you were hearing from my end of the phoneAll that timeTalk, I was talking about missing and walking you backThat was all me, that wooden jackBeen putting myself more into my jobTrying to hang on to what I still gotIf I sounded like a stranger to youIt's cause I wasNo, it wasn't a late night crazyTwo in the morningI'm calling you, babyI wouldn't lie with my friends in a real drunk crowdThat ain't at all how it all went downIt wasn't a whiskey and a country songThat you were hearing from my end of the phoneAll that talk, I was talking about missing and holding you backThat was all me, that wooden jackNo, there wasn't no knee on the far stool laneNo straight shot of courage speaking for meNo, it wasn't a late night crazyTwo in the morning, I'm calling you, babyI wouldn't lie with my friends in a real drunk crowdWith my friends in a real drunk crowdThat ain't at all how we're on with it nowWasn't a whiskey and a country songThat you were hearing from my end of the phoneAll that talk I was talking aboutMissing and wanting you backAnd I'd be hard to believeThat was all me, that wooden jack