Treasure (Acoustic)

If he looks like he’s bad news

6 foot five, with a couple tattoos

A smokin’ habit and a drinkin’ problem

Sounds like he’s my Prince Charming

If he blames his shit on his checkered past

Like his DUI from his last relapse

If he’s spent a couple nights in the county jail

Somebody get me a wedding veil

I can’t change ‘em

I can’t fix ‘em

But damn I sure can pick ‘em

Pick up the tab when they ain’t got a dime

Picking up problems that ain’t even mine

Picking ‘em up even though I know better

I’m just picking up trash and calling it treasure

I’m picking up trash and calling it treasure

I’ve tried makin’ nice with the yes ma’am types

The kind I know my mama likes

But I like good times, not good manners

So I go on back to my low standards

Pick up the tab when they ain’t got a dime

Picking up problems that ain’t even mine

Picking ‘em up even though I know better

I’m just picking up trash and calling it treasure

I’m picking up trash and calling it treasure

The liars, the losers

The one-too-many-shot-of-whiskey doers

The prescription pill abusers

Well I always seem to choose ‘em

Pick up the tab’ when they ain’t got a dime

Picking up problems that ain’t even mine

Picking em’ up even though I know better

Picking em’ up even though I know better

Picking up the tab when they ain’t got a dime

Picking up problems that ain’t even mine

Picking ‘em up even though I know better

I’m just picking up trash and calling it treasure

I’m picking up trash and calling it treasure

I can’t change em’

Can’t fix ‘em

But damn I sure can pick ‘em