Beer In The Fridge

I ran into your mom at church

She said, "I've been praying for you"

Guess now that you've moved on, she ain't mad at me no more

The magnolias on Old Shell Road smell so bitter-sweet

Sometimes I still wanna get messed up, but you'd be proud of me

There's a beer in the fridge

Last of twelve

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter in the back of the bottom shelf

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk

I still look out for the cops

When I'm driving 'round town

And I'm still not quite sure what to do with my hands in a crowd

There's a lot I can't remember

And a lot I can't forget

One silver bullet in a chamber and I'm playing Russian roulette

With that beer in the fridge

Last of twelve

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter in the back of the bottom self

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk

I don't know why I keep it

I should probably pour it out

Guess I've got to live without you now

'Cause I couldn't live without

That beer in the fridge

Last of twelve

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter on the bottom shelf

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk