She said .
"It's me or the bottle *******
I admired the view of the door as it smacked her on the *** .
She hit the road and me I simply hit the bar .
Played some songs on the jukebox and didn't say a word to the folks around me .
Drank till I passed out and realized the **** storm I was in the very next morning .
She was gone and I was left here alone.
Without wheels and only a lone beer in the fridge .
Well no one ever claimed I was smart .
I wonder if she could turn round somewhere in Kentucky .
Pick me up a bottle then bring that pretty little *** back meet with a smile at the door.
Run into these open arms .
Embrace those lips and face those tears .
Then sit her down hand her the money and take my bottle and
tell her thanks before I slam the door in her face .
Whiskey heals all wounds .
And as for you my dear have a safe trip .
Sincerely
John