There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I

Oh child, oh child And I know that I can't pretend that I haven't had my regret From the memories that I've kept, to the history I forget Oh, my father before he left Oh, there's one thing I wish he said "Oh child, just do what you love, 'cause you won't

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I

Are you sleeping with your own regret? On your side of the bed Tell me how, how'd you get so far away? All we have left, are the memories of the love we made Your side of the bed On your side of the bed, there's a picture of our wedding day A clock that

I wish somebody would have told me babe All the love you won't forget And all these reckless nights you won't regret Those good old days Some day, these will be the good old days Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change You'll miss the magic of these

You're an outlaw You're an outlaw running from love If you tear her world apart you have no regrets If there's a key to your heart no one's found it yet You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you've been looking for? Always

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

Live it up for the weekend Pour it up, have the time of your life Take a shot for the regrets Double up and it's bound to get buck wild Hey ladies, let your hair down We know ain't nobody scared now, hell nah Just do your thing like it's spring break We