I had ruby-stained lips from cheap red wine
Playin sand vollyball and listenin’ to Luke Bryan
You just wanted me in the sack
Like the Alabama quarterback
This Camel Crush is goin’ up in smoke
There were two other girls and I didn’t get the memo
You’re a lyin’ lyin’ schemin’ schemin’ cheatin’ fool
But don’t worry there too much darlin’ I ain’t as cruel
Until I drank that whole bottle of Bourbon
And told the whole town about you with a caution sign
And I found my daddy’s ol’ shotgun
So I made target practice out of that ol’ picture of you and empty box of wine
Guitars and snapbacks
Gonna flick you out like cigarette ash
Small town sunsets
My life and the night go back to black
Gonna knock you off your throne
With your nasty