Twenty cigarettes to a pack, and I'll never get that breath back I'll turn my lungs to black, ‘till my heart does match
I'm too pretty to be in this bar, sittin' here by the tip jar With the, 3pm drunks, one kind of beer You left me just a few good years
I don't do sad good, I do it like hank would With a bottle of whisky, I'll drink down my misery You don't do leaving nice, baby it's cold as ice I'll tear apart your cold, cold heart Like Hank would
Remember in December we were gonna' leave Drive south down to New Orleans Play a couple of old CD'S, ones that hank would sing I'd wear a dress from San Francisco Smoke cigarettes out the window It's another California sunset that we didn't get Now I'm driving trying to forget
I don't do sad good, I do it like hank would With a bottle of whisky, I'll drink down my misery You don't do leaving nice, baby it's cold as ice I'll tear apart your cold, cold heart Like Hank would
I don't do sad good, I do it like hank would With a bottle of whisky, I'll drink down my misery You don't do leaving nice, baby it's cold as ice I'll tear apart your cold, cold heart Like Hank would I'll tear apart your cold, cold heart Like Hank wouldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
