When you hit the door
You made sure that I knew
That you’d be some hell that I’d have to get through
So, I called up some friends
I ain’t seen in too long
And we’re spending all night just proving you wrong
‘Cause when it comes to moving on over you
Yeah, your voice in my head says I can’t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can
Yeah, I’m taking your leaving
Right on the chin
Me, Willie, ole Jim Beam, and the Marlboro Man
I bet you’re thinking
You made a mess out of me
But I’m learning that misery sure loves company
‘Cause when it comes to moving on over you
Yeah, your voice in my head says I can’t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can
You said when it comes to getting you out my mind
I don’t stand a cold-day-in-hell’s chance
I got a bottle of bourbon
A Marlboro burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can
Oh, when it comes to moving on over you
Oh, your voice is still saying I can’t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can
This bottle of bourbon
This cigarette burning
That old vinyl turning
Says I can