Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup Well, she says goodbye and the phone hangs up And it's kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on judgement day
Well, these empty bottles and motel rooms Don't treat me quite like they used to And the company man still treats me well Paying for a glorified prison cell
Well, she comes, she goes, she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy Yeah, no vacancy
She said she'll call me 'round half past eight Been a damn long day, don't wait up too late And I'm sitting like a prisoner in these four walls Watching basic cable, drinking alcohol
Well, she comes, she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy Yeah, no vacancy
Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup She says goodbye and the phone hangs up And it's kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on judgement day
She comes, she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy No vacancy Yeah, no vacancy
