Rolling like a freight train through the night
I can't get your scent off my skin
I'm a loser girl, I'm a little short on sight
I wish I knew just how to treat you right
Oh I need some medicine
I feel your body next to him
Locked like lovers in the night
I better prepare for another hard drinking night
What would whiskey do? You won't make things right
I better get my gun
Is that how the west was won?
Is that just what I've become?
I sure would like to think it ain't my fault
How could I blame anybody else?
I'm a fuck-up, girl, that's how I live my life
I wish I knew just how to treat you right
Walk along the avenues
There's no drinking 'way these blues
This is how's life's wrecking balls
Can't control myself for what I say or what I do
Shall I end it all? Well it won't bring me back to you
Well I better get my gun
Is that how the west was won?
Is that just what I've become?
Train's rolling off the tracks
Anything to get you back
Rolling like a freight train through the night
I can't get your scent right off my skin
Well I better get my gun
Is that how the west was won?
Is that just what I've become
Train's rolling off the track
Anything to get you back
Train's rolling off the track
Anything to get you back
Train's rolling off the track
Anything to get you back
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