This bottle, this bottle
I strain to set it down
Ain't no reason, no good reason why I stick around
She's cheated, she's lied and always denied, yeah, she ain't no good
So I'll probably do what a cowboy would
Packin' my shit
Headed for the door
Ain't comin' back anymore
Goin', goin', gone
"Please baby, don't leave me," I heard a million times
Yeah, and these boots that I'm wearing, they're 'bout to take a ride
I'm saddled on up, gassed up my truck, yeah, I know I should
So I'll probably do what a cowboy would
Packin' my shit
Headed for the door
Ain't coming back anymore
She never made it feel like home
So girl, think now, just think now about all you had to lose
And when you're drinking and I mean drinking
I ain't picking up no drunk call from you
I've figured life out, know what it's about, I knew I could
So I went and did what a cowboy would
Packed my shit
Headed for the door
Didn't come back anymore
Goin', goin', gone
