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I tried to sell some guy
an 8 ball of the sweet El Paso dust
He said, "Son, I'm a Christian
I don't fuckin' touch that stuff"
I told him "I don't either,
but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?"
Strung out, pushing 90, twenty miles from Abilene
Skipped town on a DUI from drinking memories
Of you and me in Cabo,
and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete

And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything,
but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you

Well, I thought I made it home
last night to rest my broken heart
But I woke up, I was laid up
in a Dollar General cart
With a bag filled with Pedialyte
and "Take me back, I'm sorry" Hallmark cards
And I smoked my lucky cigarette,
but no luck came to me
At that old Choctaw Casino
where I bet your diamond ring
What's the point of winning
when you're the only jackpot I need?

And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything,
but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you

If I could just stay sober
enough to get down on one knee
I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say,
"Please marry me"
But I understand if you've got plans
to settle down with anyone but me

And I got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything,
but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Running high on everything,
but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you