| Well I woke up |
| To an empty bed |
| And I swear I’ve got a freight train |
| Poundin' in my head |
| Down the bottle |
| And them cigarettes |
| Between you, him, and the Devil |
| I’m gonna end up dead |
| (Goin' down, down, down) |
| Well, I get high and end up fallin' |
| I get turn up drunk and always end up crawlin' |
| Baby, why ain’t you callin' |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in |
| Tryin' to get me through |
| Is gonna pull me under |
| or get me over you |
| Well, all my friends |
| Said that it ain’t right |
| They said, «Pull yourself together |
| And come on out tonight.» |
| Twist my arm |
| Shit boys, I’m me |
| I told myself I wouldn’t get down |
| But here I go again |
| Well, I get high and end up fallin' |
| I get turn up drunk and always end up crawlin' |
| Baby, why ain’t you callin' |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in |
| Tryin' to get me through |
| Is gonna pull me under |
| or get me over you |
| All of the smoke |
| Bring me the whiskey |
| After all night |
| You’re gonna miss me |
| All of the smoke |
| Bring me the whiskey |
| After all night |
| You’re gonna miss me |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in, drownin' in |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in, drownin' in |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in |
| Tryin' to get me through |
| Is gonna pull me under |
| or get me over you |
| 'Cause I get high and end up fallin' |
| I get turn up drunk and always end up crawlin' |
| Baby, why ain’t you been callin' |
| All this smoke and whiskey I’ve been drownin' in |
| Tryin' to get me through |
| Is gonna pull me under |
| or get me over you |
| (To get me over you) |
| (To get me over you) |