Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

And I don't go giving up There's a little devil in us all Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall Baby, it's no fun, so know it's just a game, yeah Oh, keep running outta love When I'm running outta love, love No, let's say I've had

And I miss my wife But the devil named music is taking my life And sometimes I'm stoned And yes, I get tired of being alone And sometimes I'm drunk I miss my son Sometimes I'm drunk We drove all night to Billings, Montana Flew into Utah, slept there all

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

Runnin' with the devil When I jumped out, on that road I got no love, no love you'd call real Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah I live my life like there's no tomorrow And all I've got, I had to steal Least I don't need to beg or borrow Yes I'm livin' at a pace that

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

I'm running from my past (Bane) That's why I wear the mask The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain) These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash You don't get the picture, it could be gone

As your blood's running thin your time's running out No one will be listening not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end Don't come to me with your problems I don't need them