One, two

One, two, three

Well, girl, since you've left me, I've just been kicking around this place

Guess you could call it my fall from grace, but it ain't half bad

I strung up the six-string I kept hidden under your side of the bed

I jammed along with the Grateful Dead, loud as hell

I'm drinking 7 and 7s, I'm playing solitaire

I found my granddaddy's hat and these real cool glasses that he used to wear

And when I finish the Bible, I'm on to the Farmers' Almanac

No, I ain't doing nothing, but you ain't doing jack

I did like you told me and changed the oil in the old Ford truck, huh

Yeah, she's still beat up, but now she cranks

And I was writing some hits right until my pen ran outta ink

Everything fell apart in the blink of an eye

I'm drinking 7 and 7s, I'm playing solitaire

I found my granddaddy's hat and these real cool glasses that he used to wear

And when I finish the Bible, I'm on to the Farmers' Almanac

No, I ain't doing nothing, but you ain't doing jack

You never settled for silence until you had to settle the score

You never said you were lonely, but I never listened before

Another 7 and 7, a game of solitaire

Wearing my granddaddy's hat and these real cool glasses that he used to wear

I finished the Bible, I'm on to the Farmers' Almanac

No, I ain't doing nothing, I ain't doing nothing, but you ain't doing jack

No, you ain't doing jack

Girl, when you coming back?