Não, não tem mais jeitoMelhor é pedir adeusVocê com sua crençaSua

every heart that's brokenThere's a bottle flowin'And a jukebox goin'

1: Darren Criss & Lainey Wilson, Lainey getting drunk,

been a long, hot summerFor a hard-working John Deere

1: Charlie Worsham, break us down by our elementsAnd

with a daisy on the dashGod, guns, country bumper

I'm the last name you thought you'd ever see

say that you would like to try againYou want

night, I felt like a two-dollar pistolThis morning, I

off the foo-foo, take off the clout chase, take off

left hand ain't interested in nothin' but a drink

1: Post found God lookin' for the devilChasin' a

up here in your armsI feel like a queen

a reason why we put a week of work

I could roll you up and smoke ya, babeYou know I'm

Mama kept a mat there by the doorSo Deddy could kick

wouldn't know it by the way he talksAbove his

doesn't always make you tallerAnd those pictures on mama's

the middle of the nightI hear a corn

heart, big smileBig voice on the radio dialLike a