If Drinkin' Helped (Acoustic)

Every cabinet in the kitchen is empty

Every whiskey, every bourbon, every wine

Ain’t nothing in this damn house kills your memory

I tried every vice a man can try

But they ain’t done the trick, cause if they did

I’d have a brand new pack of Marlboro Reds

One more girl layin’ in my bed

I’d be a goodbye song, long gone cliche

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I’d be parked in a corner booth ‘til hardwood floors stuck to these boots

I’d sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I’d be drunk as hell

If drinkin’ helped

If drinkin’ helped

I pack up and move my life to Cheyenne

Where no one asks what’s in my coffee cup

Where there ain’t no room for tears or cowboys crying

Turns out Wyoming just ain’t far enough

For a brand new pack of Marlboro reds

One more girl layin’ in my bed

Just a goodbye song, long gone cliche

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I’d be parked in a corner booth ‘til hardwood floors stuck to these boots

I’d sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I’d be drunk as hell

If drinking’helped

If drinkin’ helped

If drinkin’ helped there’d be a little hope

But I’m living proof it don’t

Or I’ll still be smokin’ Marlboro reds

One more girl layin’ in my bed

Just a goodbye song, long gone cliche

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I’d be parked in a corner booth, til hardwood floor stuck to these boots

Sold my soul to Jack and Jim, still be drunk as hell

But you ain’t comin back so I might as well