I could be on a train
Heading on back home
But instead, I'm sitting in this bar
Drinking all alone
Last time I saw you
From what I do recall
You told me I should go to hell
This feel like hell after all
So-oh-oh
Save my soul
Looks like we weren't made for
Each other in the end
But I guess that was my fault
And I probably should have called
So-oh-oh
Save my soul
Now my breath is hard as kerosene
I'm strung up like this old six-string
Have I gone too far I don't know
But oh-oh
Save my soul
Looks like you've found yourself
A big old banker man
And you live out in a castle
On acres of land
Well as for me
I'm living life just as it goes
But when I look into the mirror
All I see is Jim Beam's ghost
So-oh-oh
Save my soul
Now my breath is hard as kerosene
I'm strung up like this old six-string
Have I gone too far I don't know
But oh-oh
Save my soul
Save my soul
Save my soul
Save my soul
