I'm feeling kind of banged up
Slow out of the bed
Neon noise and honky-tonk wine ringing in my head

Last night I saw your car
I overheard your name
Pulled my hat down low, wouldn't want you to know I was in this shape


Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow

These cigarette eyes are
'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better

Better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile

But they're still doing better
Better than my heart


You filled it with your love
Then you drained it out
Sometimes I think you built it up

Just to break it down
Now all that's really left
Is an emptiness inside

A river running cold, memories growing old
Dying right there on the vine


Now these old beer bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarette eyes are

'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better
Better than my heart

These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better

Better than my heart
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Yeah, they're still doing better
Better than my heart
Better than my heart