Not enough liquor

Ain’t enough liquor in the county line

To make me go beg that woman this time.

She took half my world in the last two fights—

Now I’m sittin’ in a cell with neon lights.

Tried to drown the pain in a hundred-proof flood,

But the bottle ain’t thicker than bad blood.

She’s got lawyers, lies, and a brand-new flame,

And I got nothin’ but a worn-out name.

There ain’t enough liquor to see her face,

Not without catchin’ another case.

Too many germs in the world to please her,

Too many lies, too many diseases.

Cars, boats, houses—too much to lose,

Ain’t gonna hand her my last pair of boots.

So I ran her down in a ’76 Ford—

Now I’m singin’ this song from a concrete floor.

She always said I’d never change,

But I changed lanes on the interstate.

Saw her smirkin’ in that fancy ride,

And somethin’ snapped right there inside.

Judge said, “Boy, you’ve lost your mind,”

I said, “Hell, it ain’t the first damn time.”

I’d rather share a bunk and eat off a tray

Than watch her dance on my grave one day.

There ain’t enough liquor to go back home,

Not with her sittin’ there on her throne.

Too many pills and prenups flyin’,

Too many dreams that woman’s fryin’.

Cars, boats, houses—mine no more,

So I traded my keys for a cellblock door.

Yeah, I ran her down in a ’76 Ford—

Now I’m countin’ my time on this cold jail floor.

Maybe someday I’ll learn to forgive,

But for now, this jumpsuit’s where I live.

A man’s got limits, and mine were breached—

Right where rubber and revenge meet.

There ain’t enough liquor, I’ll say it again,

To make me crawl back where I’ve been.

Too many scars, too much deceit,

Too damn broke to accept defeat.

Cars, boats, houses—she can keep ‘em all,

I’ll take these four gray concrete walls.

'Cause I ran her down in a ’76 Ford—

And I ain’t missin’ the life I had before.