I Gave Up The Drinking (Before She Gave Up On Me) Testo

Well I burned my fair share
Of bridges here and bridges there
And I gave into every hazard of the occupation
For years I called a highway home
But I never got good at sleepin' alone
I earned every letter of my bad reputation

See it's a blurry line between wrong and right
'Cause what feels so good on a Saturday night
Hurts like hell come Sunday mornin' I was standing there when she walked in
He eyes lit up with a sideways grin
And my head got light and my chest caved without warnin'

See I put down the bottle, and she puts up with me
I've spent hours in the mirror tryin' to figure out just what it is she sees
If it weren't for that woman, don't wanna know where I'd be
I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me

Well I might as well have been an Irishman
'Cause me and old John Jameson
We spent many nights burnin' both ends of that candle
And back in my wild and younger days
Boy, lemme tell ya, I could put 'em away
But come closin' time, oh I was hard to handle

And late one summer in old Cow Town
We were closin' down the Motor Lounge
Then and there it hit me 'bout as serious as a heart attack
So I ordered one last drink and I paid And I bid farewell to my ramblin' days
And I walked out that front door and I didn't look back

You see I put down the bottle, and she put up with me
I've spent hours in the mirror tryin' to figure out just what it is she sees
If it weren't for that woman, I don't wanna know where I'd be
I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me
Yes I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me