some guy
an eight ball of the sweet El Paso dust
He said, son, I'm a Christian,
I don't fuckin' touch that stuff
I told them I don't need it,
but if you don't buy it,
can we settle on a hug?
We strung out pushing 90,
20 miles from Abilene
Skipped town on a DUI
from drinking memories
Of you and me in Cabo
and those pic tures that I swore
that I'd delete
And I got these wo men
going crazy for the sound
And a whiskey cloud
that keeps on raining down
Running out on everything,
but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just run ning
low on you
Well, I thought I made it home last night
To rest my broken heart
But I woke up hours later
in a dollar general car
With the back filled with Pedialyte
And take me back, I'm sorry,
Hallmark cars
And I smoked my lucky cigarette
But no luck came to me
At that old chow -tow casino
where I bet your diamond ring
What's the point of winning when
you're the only jackpot I need?
And I've got these wo men
going crazy for the sound
And a whiskey cloud
that keeps on raining down
Running out 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 un derstand if you got plans
to settle down
with anyone but me
Funny how I'm just running low on you
Running out of everything
but I still got the blues
Funny how I'm just running low on you