I've gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me Is how your memory drowns the whiskey Whiskey's supposed to drown the memory All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee Been working hard for good ol' boys like me I don't wanna be the

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it Ooh, boy, you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm-a let you work up on it Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight Swizz Beatz DC,

I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time Feels like another time, there will be another time I'll get to, forget you And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin' Workin' in the East

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin' light on me. Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the

I realize, I can see it in your eyes By your leave, I think that I'll be going now I think I've stayed a little long I looked up all my mother's recipes I can't think what I did wrong We go to a restaurant, but you don't like wine You say it's love you

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you wanna love me so bad Why you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

I'm gonna see you there I'm gonna see you there, lay Where we can be natural, lay Where your heart is strong I'm workin' on the high hope And if it all works out, you might just see me Or hear from me in a while I'm gonna make it across this tight rope