Text for song:
Well, the lady and me both agree some days we just don't get along
But the whiskey and me both agree maybe we're both just better off
Well, the preacher believes I don't need all of these demons hanging on
But we both know if they don't, I'll get lonely, need a few to tag along
Hanging here by a thread
Hear your voice inside my head
I lay beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore"
Yeah
Well, the wagon I'm in is paper thin
I think one wheel's coming off
Hey sister sin with that grin, where you been?
So kind of you to help me off
Hanging here by a thread
Hear your voice inside my head
I lay beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore"
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Laying face down in the mud
Please don't hate, Lord don't judge
For I know not just what I've done
Fall from grace, kingdom come
Laying face down in the mud
Please don't hate, Lord don't judge
For I know not just what I've done
Laying face down in the mud
For I know not just what I've done
For I know not just what I've done
I lay beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore"
I lay beside you every night
And dread the day you might be gone
She said, "In case you hadn't noticed that
Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
And I ain't about to anymore"