I had a pocket full of payday
when I came in here on
Friday
Now I'm sittin' on this old barstool
with nothin' in there but limbs
I thought I had the both of you
right there in my hip pocket
Now it's closin' time on
Saturday night and I'm won
derin' where you two went
I'm bouncin' beer cans off the
jukebox I'm a poster boy for detox
My aim is gettin' better every
time I hear those songs
Merle threw away the rose when
sings a song of sadness
That's a lot of heartaches for a dime
and she's gone, gone, gone
Oh
Damn those boys from
Bakersfield, how'd they
find out how I feel?
I thought I was the master
of holdin' it inside
Those boys down there in
Tennessee,
they never got the best of me
But they never heard old
Buck sing, it's cryin' time
I'm bouncin' beer cans off the jukebox
I'm a poster boy for detox
My aim is gettin' better
Every time I hear those songs
Merle threw away the rose
When sings a song of sadness
That's a lot of heartaches for a dime
And she's gone, gone, gone
I'm bouncing beer
cans off the jukebox
I'm a poster boy for detox
My aim is getting better
Every time I hear those songs
Merle threw away the rose
That's a lot of heartaches for a dime
And she's gone, boy, she's gone