She said, "Boy, you're actin' like an alcoholic" After every fight, you go and five o'clock it On down to the bar, get to numbin' your heart Let me tell you, that won't get you very far
Against my better judgement, I pulled out of the drive Went down to the dive, a couple hours go by Faded as them old faded lights I can't believe my eyes
She left her 4Runner runnin' in the parkin' lot Came through them swingin' doors pissed off, swingin' hot Never seen so much red up in them baby blues Said, "It's leave with me or stay here with your 80-proof Yeah, boy, it's up to you, if whiskey's what you choose I can tell you who you won't be comin' home to"
Won't be comin' home to, home to, home to
Yeah, 2 a.m. That house was empty as the bottle I was sippin' on I guess she meant it when she said she was gettin' gone Yeah, it's lookin' 'bout as bad as it gets Yeah, damn, you should've seen when
She left her 4Runner runnin' in the parkin' lot Came through them swingin' doors pissed off, swingin' hot Never seen so much red up in them baby blues Said, "It's leave with me or stay here with your 80-proof Yeah, boy, it's up to you, if whiskey's what you choose I can tell you who you won't be comin' home to"
Won't be comin' home to, home to, home to (Won't be comin' home to, home to, home to)
Whiskey, whiskey on the wall What's gonna get this broken boy? The drunkest of 'em all I'm singin' whiskey, whiskey on the shelf What's gonna get this broken boy Up out of all this hell?
She left her 4Runner She left her 4Runner runnin' in the parkin' lot Came through them swingin' doors pissed off, swingin' hot Never seen so much red up in them baby blues Said, "It's leave with me or stay here with your 80-proof Yeah, boy, it's up to you, if whiskey's what you choose I can tell you who you won't be comin' home to"
Won't be comin' home to, home to, home to (Won't be comin' home to, home to, home to)