190 (B. Malkus) I’ve got this drinking thing Yeah I’m still quite The woman of the world But he keeps Hangin’ around with me I know Judge put that gavel down I sank into the well Instead I should leave Well enough alone You might find me Smiling at a table Or else sulking about the way Things come undone Chasing his memory down Crashed me into the rail Where I must reach for The strongest thing they sell That grain liquor You know it keeps me runnin’ Four on the floor That corn squeezin’ pleasin’ Fueled Granddaddy’s Ford Here’s one more for the road He went away on But I tell you ‘round here There ain’t everclear enough For me to drive him from my world So fill ‘er up Joe With that 190 And watch me do a 180 If only for a short while I’ll be one happy lady