And I have to rest my head Please do not follow where I am leading Someone must clear these things away Here in the burnt out husk of the morning Strung out with nothing left to say Yeah this was one hell of a party Nobody ever got to bed But the morning

I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

I'm so happy about you, (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I'm so happy now we're through, (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I was so afraid, now you're gone away Sent you packing, look who's laughin' now I'm so happy that I feel this way I'm so happy

The truth is all that I can hear every time you lie Every time you lie I knew better than to let you break my heart You still love her, I can see it in your eyes This soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars, oh no no Don't say you're sorry

I gotta leave this shit alone

Oh, if the sky comes falling down There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Far from home Hey brother! Hey sister! Do you still believe in love, I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call!

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

I wish I could This is the last time I'll abandon you And this is the last time I'll forget you No one will recall All to no avail I won't stand in your way Let your hatred grow And she'll scream And she'll shout

When I look you in the eyes and say I told you so And I promise you this, You're gonna miss me, miss me As long as you live You are going to miss me, miss me oh I know there will come a time I wake up and I'm sober don't even know you anymore I'm drunk

"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country." Crank up the band, play the steel guitar. Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar. Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie." "Ha oh ho, play something country." Yes, she blew through the door like