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

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Now these old beer bones
And 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

Chorus

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oooooh

Chorus

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

Better than my heart