Well she said maybe, maybe I’ll see you And maybe I can finally catch your breath Because I loved you, before I met you And I met you before our time was blessed. Another town brings the same sad shit I hope that you aint used to this Because I aint used to sleeping all alone. So with busted rhythm on an old guitar A rusted Chevy and a broken heart I’ll find a way to bring you on back home.
But I’m counting blessings I aint never had. And I’m guessing that you don’t want me back. You said loving me, it hurt your goddamn pride. Well I never said I want to die tonight. Because broken hearts, they aint good to die on. Broken hearts aint no damn good.
Well I see her. I see her sitting right there. I see her sitting right there waiting for someone else. Now maybe, if the feeling’s right. If I got the strength I just might take you home tonight…..
But I’m counting blessings I aint never had. And I’m guessing that you don’t want me back. You said loving me, it hurt your goddamn pride. Well I never said I want to die tonight. Because broken hearts, they aint good to die on. Broken hearts aint no damn good.