You´ve got your hair permed
You´ve got your red dress on
Screamin´ that second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here
And you´ll be gone before too long

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn´t start that talk,
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I´ll take that walk.

And I know that ohhhh...I´m not comin back
Ohh not going back
God knows not going back

You look so fine when you lie it just don´t show,
That I know which way the wind blows
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
even though I feel bad

And I know that ohhhh...I´m not comin back
Ohh not going back
God knows I´m not going back
God knows I´m not going back