A barman ready for a runner pulling to the party
With a 38 sticker on her back with a shield
A two-tone tank top slipping off her shoulder
Got a girl when she steps out the world stands still
Don't want to think about her, wearing without her
Don't want to hit the karaoke bar, can't sing without her
So make them drink strong, 'cause brother, she's gone
And if I'm ever gonna move on
I'll be chasing you like a shot of whiskey
Burning, going down, burning, going down
Chasing you like those goodbye tell-a-lies
Heading west to anywhere out of this nowhere town could
I can see me sitting in the back of a cop car, banging my head on the window
I can see me slamming that last call, shot glass, losing everything I'm appeal for
But I thought you should know that all those friends you thought you wasted on me
Must have finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
I got me a new girl down in Jefferson City
And she wears her feet whenever I want to
She's somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
Somebody's last called number that they can't find
Somebody's bestie, somebody's worst lie
Somebody's reason for leaving on the first light
Think about the tail lines, I think you're damn right
Love to drown in them heartbreak of blue eyes
She's somebody's problem, somebody's problems
About to be mine, about to be mine
