A little bit of Bourbon And a broken neon sign Once again I'm riding shotgun To everything that's on my mind Just a bartender To tell my troubles to Well, I just haven't found a way To say, I'm so in love with you If you could hear it in my voice And see it on my face You left me with no choice But to leave you for the chase I-35 in the pouring rain Aleopard skin suitcase and a pocket o' change Last I heard she left for Dallas So I'm checking every motel in sight This pick-up truck aint fast enough, no We had our problems and times are tough I just can't believe you're leavin' Over three words I couldn't say last night If you could hear it in my voice And see it on my face You left me with no choice but To leave you A little Tequila And a broken neon sign Woh, and just a bartender Can tell you what was on my mind Yeah He said you could hear it in his voice And see it on his face You left him with no choice But to leave you for The chase