I Gave Up the Drinking (Before She Gave Up On Me)

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 the highway home But I never got good at sleeping alone And 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 morning I's standing there when she walked in And her eyes lit up with a sideways grin Head got light and my chest caved without warning See I put down the bottle, and she puts up with me I've spent hours in the mirror trying to figure out Just what it is she sees If it weren't for that woman, Lord I don't know where I'd be I gave up the drinking 'fore she gave up on me Well I might as well have been an Irishman 'Cause me and old John Jameson Spent many nights burning both ends of that candle Back in my wild and younger days Boy, lemme tell ya, I could put 'em away But come closin' time, oh man, I's hard to handle 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, Lord I don't know where I'd be I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me It was late one summer in old Cow Town We were shuttin' down the Motor Lounge Then and there it hit me, serious as a heart attack 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, 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, Lord I don't know where I'd be Yeah, I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me Yes, I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me