There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop. Where all the folks come to hear country music play. And every year the city's gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop.
On a good day, when I think about her. I only cry a couple hundred tears. And on a good day, when I can't forget about her. I can dull the pain with just a couple beers.
You told me I'd regret it. On the day I left you. I had the nerve to laugh. As I walked away. Well, its been six months. And eighteen days. Feelin' nothin' but This empty pain.
You were just someone, some friend of mine said take her out. And have yourselves a good time. To be honest I was far from over a broken heart. You were the furthest thing from my mind.