I tried to sell some guy an 8 ball of the sweet El Paso dust
He said "Son, I'm a Christian I don't fuckin' touch that stuff"
I told him "I don't either, but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?"
Strung out, pushing 90, twenty miles from Albilene
Skipped town on a DUI from drinking memories
Of you and me in Cabo, and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete
And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high of everything but I still got the blues
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
Well I thought I made it home last night to rest my broken heart
But I woke up, I was laid up in a Dollar General cart
With a bag filled with Pedialyte and "Take me back, I'm sorry" Hallmark cards
And I smoked my lucky cigarette, but no luck came to me
At that old Choctaw Casino where I bet your diamond ring
What's the point of winning when you're the only jackpot I need?
And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high of everything but I still got the blues
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
If I could just stay sober enough to get down on one knee
I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say "Please marry me"
But I understand if you've got plans to settle down with anyone but me
And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high of everything but I still got the blues
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
Running high of everything but I still got the blues
Honey I'm just runnin' low on you
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