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I Gave Up The Drinking (Before She Gave Up On Me)

 

I Gave Up The Drinking (Before She Gave Up On Me)

(Album: Things Change - 2018)


Well I burned my fair share
Of bridges here and bridges there
And I gave into every hazard of the occupation
For years I called a highway home
But I never got good at sleeping alone
And I earned every letter of my bad reputation

See it's a blurry line between wrong and right
'Cause what feels so good on a Saturday night
Hurts like hell come Sunday morning
I's standing there when she walked in
And her eyes lit up with a sideways grin
Head got light and my chest caved without warning

See I put down the bottle, and she puts up with me
I've spent hours in the mirror trying to figure out just what it is she sees
If it weren't for that woman, Lord, I don't know where I'd be
I gave up the drinking 'fore she gave up on me

Well I might as well have been an Irishman
'Cause me and old John Jameson
Spent many nights burning both ends of that candle
Back in my wild and younger days
Boy, lemme tell ya, I could put 'em away
But come closing time, oh man, I's hard to handle

See I put down the bottle, and she puts up with me
I've spent hours in the mirror trying to figure out just what it is she sees
If it weren't for that woman, Lord, I don't know where I'd be
I gave up the drinking 'fore she gave up on me

It was late one summer in old Cow Town
We were shutting down the Motor Lounge
Then and there it hit me 'bout as serious as a heart attack
So I ordered one last drink and I paid
And I bid farewell to my rambling days
And I walked out that front door and I didn't look back

You see I put down the bottle, and she put up with me
I've spent hours in the mirror trying to figure out just what it is she sees
If it weren't for that woman, Lord, I don't know where I'd be
I gave up the drinking 'fore she gave up on me
Yes I gave up the drinking 'fore she gave up on me

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