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Cocaine on your shirtsleeve, whiskey in your eyes,
you stumble in the green room with a pocket full of lies,
no money for a cab, too messed up to drive.
You came here for the party, didnât watch the show.
You never gave a damn 'til I was on the radio.
Now youâre sucking down my beer, gobbling up my finger-foods.
Yeah, youâre spoiling my good mood.
But Iâll get you home. Iâll get you home.
Then youâre on your own. Youâre on your own.
You slobber and you slur. Sloppy drunk, youâre sad as hell.
If you werenât kin to me theyâd have thrown your ass in jail.
And whereâs your gratitude? Man, you got a lot of nerve.
Pissing off the bouncers, shooting off your mouth,
showing off your tattoos, creeping the ladies out,
and pulling out my name like an ID at the door.
Youâre not welcome anymore.
But Iâll get you home. Iâll get you home.
Then youâre on your own. Youâre on your own.
Maybe Iâm too mean. Maybe Iâm too nice.
Maybe I should take a little of my own advice,
and leave your ass in the cold, block your number on my phone.
But I still see a friend when I look you in the eyes,
so I paid for your bar tab and I had âem call a ride.
Oh, I hate to see you hurting. Man, I've always wished you well.
Yeah, I know youâve been through hell.
So Iâll get you home. Iâll get you home.
Then youâre on your own. Youâre on your own.
- Album:
- Live In Chattanooga
- Broken Record
- In The Mood
- Undertones
- The Good Life
- Miscellaneous
- Hard-Headed Fool
- Keeping Up With The Joneses
- Non-Album Releases
- Maysville In The Meantime
- Feet Wet
- The Baseball Song
- Promo Only: Country Radio, December 2011
- Outtakes from the Georgia Theatre
- The Broken Record
- Twenty-One (2011)
- Drugs
- Drugs - Single
- Twenty-One (2011) - Single