| I didn’t know where I was when I woke up
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| With a headache and a black eye
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| In the bed of my old truck
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| I wish I’d made myself go home last night
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| Instead of closing that bar down
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| And starting that damn fight
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| I learned whiskey just don’t mix
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| With my smart mouth
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| What good is shoulda known better
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| Once you’ve done what you shoulda never done at all
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| What’s the use in all that knowin'
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| When looking back won’t change nothin'
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| And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
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| It’s like finding your keys
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| Once you bust your window out
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| Now all my friends been blowing up my phone
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| It ain’t like me to act like that
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| But then again they know she’s gone
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| I think I finally screwed up good this time
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| Cause I’m sorry and, baby, don’t go
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| Never even crossed my mind
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| At least, not until her taillights faded out
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| What good is shoulda known better
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| Once you’ve done what you shoulda never done at all
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| What’s the use in all that knowin'
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| When looking back won’t change nothin'
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| And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
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| It’s like finding your keys
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| Once you bust your window out
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| Yeah, what’s the use in all that knowin'
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| When looking back won’t change nothin'
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| And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
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| It’s like changing your ways
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| Once your chances done run out
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| Lotta good that does me now
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| I wish I’d made myself go home last night |