Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm

They say love is pain, well darling, let's hurt tonight Worn to the bones Don't walk away, don't roll your eyes When, when we came home I told myself, "this could get rough" And when, when I was off, which happened a lot You came to me and said, "that's