I'm feeling kind of banged up
Slow out of the bed
Neon noise and honkey-tonk wine ringing in my head
Last night I saw your car
I overheard your name
Pilled my hat down low, wouldn't want you to know I was in this shape
Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better
You filled it with your love
Then you drained it out
Sometimes I think you built it up
Just to break it down
Now that's really left
Is an emptiness inside
A river running cold, memories growing old
Dying right there on the vine
Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better
Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better
Yeah, they're still doing better

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