I'm feeling kinda banged up
Slow outta the bed
Neon noise and honkey tonk, wine ringing in my head
Last night I saw your car
I overheard your name
Pulled my hat down low, wouldn't want you to know I was in this shape

Now these old beer bones are like a rusty old plow
These cigarette eyes are about to burn out
But they're still doing better, better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better, better than my heart

You've filled it with your love
And then you drained it out
Sometimes I think you built it up
Just to break it down
Now all that's really left
Is an emptiness inside
A river running cold, memories growing old
Dying right there on the vine

Now these old beer bones are like a rusty old plow
These cigarette eyes are about to burn out
But they're still doing better, better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better, better than my heart

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, now these old beer bones are like a rusty old plow
These cigarette eyes are about to burn out
But they're still doing better, better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
But they're still doing better, better than my heart
Yeah, they're still doing better, better than my heart
Better than my heart