Lyrics

The phone rings I don't wanna, talk to you Don't you know that I'm trying my best To keep it between the lines I never thought it would hurt so bad I never knew it would kick my ass I called you a bitch one time I wish I never had If the river was a highway Going to another town White lines and by-ways Snort it up and drink it down I got checks that bounce You moved out on a house that's foreclosed now And I keep wondering how I keep wondering why Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends, they've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again I remember it was just a game Back in our younger days We held on to a hurricane and then I drowned If you're water, I'm gasoline Mixed in a way I never seen I never thought I could be so mean As I am now I guess I'm gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends, they've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends They've moved on and they're having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Get three sheets to the wind Write two sheets full of hymns I don't understand it All my friends, they've moved on and are having kids They all ask how I live like this So now I'm wondering Why I'm getting drunk again Gonna get drunk again
Writer(s): William Clark Green, Brandon Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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