He drags into work unaware of the proof on his breath Most men would get fired for putting the boss to the test Everyone here knows his story and they sympathize With a man who loves someone who left without saying goodbye After eight hours he heads home but stops by the liquor store first He'll close all the curtains then put the whiskey to work He'll start out in his kitchen chair just like the night before And with each drop he drinks he slowly sinks to the floor
Chorus: Now he's under the table dying to hold her again The bottle's his weapon of choice to do himself in Oh he lies there and prays lord take me away I can't drink enough whiskey to ease all the pain that I'm in But til then he's under the table dying to hold her again Lord it's killing him trying to live without her When you have to die to get better it doesn't get any worse This mission of pure self destruction began when she left Yeah he started digging his own grave the day he laid her to rest Repeat chorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
