Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck Adams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Bowen
Songwriter
Lyrics
I miss you so much I drank all the whiskey I sent all the flowers
I cried all the tears
There's a place called heaven; there's a place called hell And I went straight down to the flames, burning all day
Can't bring it back, can't make it all well
I miss you so much
I drove every county
I walked every mountain
I ran out of tears
There's a place called heaven; there's a place called hell And I went straight down to the flames, burning all day Can't bring it back, can't make it all well There's a time to remember, there's a time to forget You're like a song on repeat, playing in my head, can't let you go
Wish we never met
I miss you so much
Written by: T. Bowen