Music: Corey Kent/Austin Goodloe/Thomas Archer/Michael Tyler
That stack of vinyls
Slow-hand speaking right to my chest
Been clean for a while
But now I'm back like I never left
A good man can only take so much, man
Until he's had enough
And damn, I've had enough
It's up in smoke
But I ain't high
There she goes
No goodbye
Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again
I'm sitting all alone in the cold
Rocky mountain low
I oughta roll up
Straight through his yard, kick his door down
But I'm so torn up
Hell, I can't even drive right now
A good man can only take so much, man
Until he's had enough
And God, I've had enough
It's up in smoke
But I ain't high
There she goes
No goodbye
Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again
I'm sitting all alone in the cold
Rocky mountain low
Rocky mountain low
It's all up in smoke
But I ain't high
There she goes
No tears in her eyes
Yeah, she's running right back to his arms again
I'm sitting all alone in the cold
Rocky mountain low
Rocky mountain low