Chevrolet parked in the driveway, I don't know what's left in the tank My bank account is dry as dry can be, yeah And I don't care about a destination, cause all I got is a strong conviction Lord help me, I took all I can take So I'll pray for an angel, pray to the sky To open wide, open asking God, oh why, oh why Oh, I used to be your lover, you used to be your friend But now all I see is a cold dead end, oh why Lord, why's it gotta be Cigarette smoke and whiskey kisses, gotta pack it up and bite the bullet He's so drunk and he's headed home for more And I'm racing the storm White horses hear the thunder When the ground shakes you better run for cover He's so drunk, feel the rain about to pour And I'm racing the storm Suffered all that a girl could go through Weak as I am still I'll do what I got to Cause change is something he can't comprehend So I'll pray for a savior, call for the priest Drink the holy water just to get the relief Cause that neon cathedral ain't curing the meek So why in the hell does it gotta be Cigarette smoke and whiskey kisses, gotta pack it up and bite the bullet He's so drunk and he's headed home for more And I'm racing the storm White horses hear the thunder When the ground shakes you better run for cover He's so drunk, feel the rain about to pour And I'm racing the storm It's day 17, I'm going home, I *** in the backseat And with you shaking that exhaustation I'm gonna watch it all sway from the street Cigarette smoke and whiskey kisses, gotta pack it up and bite the bullet He's so drunk and he's headed home for more And I'm racing the storm White horses hear the thunder When the ground shakes you better run for cover He's so drunk, feel the rain about to pour And I'm racing the storm And I'm racing the storm And I'm racing the storm And I'm racing the storm And I'm racing the storm You got me racing the storm Thanks for watching!