You call me up at five to five, and you ask me if I'll drop by. That you need me, tonight you're all alone. Like the fool I am and the fool I'll be, I drove there anxiously.
She's history, don't ruin good beer with tears. Get up off those knees. She ain't coming back, Jack. And if you think she will you're on the wrong track.
Oh there were others and some were friends. And some were merrily lovers. But they all helped me discover. It's so hard to find someone who'll be true.
written by Wayland Holyfield, Kent Robbins. She's history. Don't ruin good beer with tears. Get up off those knees. She ain't coming back jack. And if you think she will.