Track 7: Loneliness, Cheap Drinks, & Women

I messed up again, she glared as she said can’t you see? You’re a good timin’ man that’s no good for a family and you’re not the one for me. No breaks; all gas. She took off goin’ full thottle. She left me with an empty heart and a full whiskey bottle. So I’m in my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon, writin’ songs about loneliness, cheap drinks & women, ‘tryna find a number that’s sadder than one, in my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon. The bar on the corner, everyone I know closes it down. It’s an old crowded shack with cheap beer on tap, it’s the best thing in this college town. A revered place, yah there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I wish I could stay, but the clock on the wall says that I gotta leave. So I’m in my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon, writin’ songs about loneliness, cheap drinks & women, even though I’m not sad, this is my kinda fun, in my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon. The truest thing I’ve heard is when my friend said to me, “Now hot chicks are hot, except when they’re not; either way they’re all crazy.” There’s gotta be at least one that’s cute, cool and into me. But for now, all I need, is a six-string guitar and a cold cup of whisky. I’m in my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon, writin’ songs about loneliness, cheap drinks & women. Wonderin’ when I’ll find my one under the sun. In my room singin’ to a glass of bourbon.