I Could Drink (Acoustic)

I could put my boots on get up off the couch

And walk the floor

Right across this old shag carpet past the dog

And out the door

Down the steps into the driveway where my Bronco can be found

With the aftermarket horn that makes that

Dukes Of Hazard sound

I could climb right in and start it up

And take off down the road

Make my way up to the blacktop

And I know where I could go

Turn right toward the city limits seven miles

It ain't that far

Pull up in that sketchy parking lot

And walk right in the bar

And I could drink

But it won't do nothing to me

It'd probably go right through me

And I'd still feel what I'm feeling

I could chug it down

But the good times would still be over

I'd be broke and I'd still be sober

It wouldn't really change a thing

I could plop down on a barstool

Sit there on my shaky hands

Maybe walk out on the sawdust

With some girl who wants to dance

Start a silly conversation

Lead her right back to her table

Order her a drink sit there

And watch her peel that Lone Star label

And I could drink

But it won't do nothing to me

It'd probably go right through me

And I'd still feel what I'm feeling

I could chug it down

But the good times would still be over

I'd be broke and I'd still be sober

It wouldn't really change a thing

Oh I could drink

I could sit right here in isolation

Wondering what to do

Well aware of what I did that finally cost

Me losing you

Oh I could drink

But it won't do nothing to me

It'd probably go right through me

And I'd still feel what I'm feeling

Oh I could chug it down

But the good times would still be over

I'd be broke and I'd still be sober

It wouldn't really change a thing

Oh I could drink