Broken Bottles

She’s still on my mind
I got whiskey on my breath, I’m wasted
Killing myself just to kill some time
And I’m so sick of it all
I been staring at the ceiling getting to feeling
Like smashing my radio up against the wall

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      Don’t want to hear another love song
      The voices in my head are singing along
      Telling me to be the next ex-lover to
      die in a gutter alone
      I’m just so damn sick of it all
      Love letters and alcohol
      Broken bottles and pain
      Here it goes again 


She turned this heart of steel to rust
In this world that’s turning its still burning
for something in this world that don’t turn to dust
And, girl, I’ve got only you to thank
Hank Williams might have been a love-sick drinker
but being a love-sick drunk don’t make you Hank

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      [guitar solo]

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(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2009 Joey S Arm Publishing