Intro: Strum D-C 2x
Cigarettes, vodka and an old George Jones song
Canít really tell you why I hung around so long.
Thereís room at the top, but Iím staring straight down.
My eyes planted there like itís all that Iíve found.
I never knew the skies would turn such a hue
It all went to black the day I found out about you.
Well Iíd seen the rain fall hard before
But that was the hardest Iíd ever felt it pour.
And the rain it keeps pouriní down
I can hear it from my window
Every time I hear your name
It comes again, here comes the rain.
No need for the sprinklers out on the lawn
ĎCause a frog strangler is a cominí right on.
Other storms I weathered, well they came and they went.
With nothing to show, but they sure left me bent.
Oh, they sure left me bent.
Headed out again in this pouring down rain,
I canít hardly see out, but I ainít going back again
With these cigarettes, this vodka and an old George Jones song
I canít really tell you why I hung around so long.
No, I canít really tell you why I stuck around so long.