Count your blessings now
Count your blessings
Ask him once and ask him twice
Ask him nice, then lose your mind
All your sorry's wrapped in a bow
Well, eat those petals and thorns, you'll know
Make you want to drink it harder
Make you want to run away
Like I begged for you to take me
Was the other way, baby, yeah
What about me makes you
What about me makes you
What about me makes you lie, you lie?
What about me makes you lie?
Right into my face, I'm laying alone in your disgrace
Make it up to me someday
No, I'm gone
All the good men that I know
Lost their light to pills and blow
Walking a little too tall
Plenty locked and gall
What a hardship it must be
To talk all night about making things
Make you want to drink it harder
Make you want to run away
Like I begged for you to take me
Was the other way, baby, yeah
What about me makes you
What about me makes you
What about me makes you lie, you lie?
What about me makes you lie?
Right to my face, I'm laying alone in your mistakes
Make it up to me someday
No, I'm—
Count your blessings now
Count your blessings
I can still feel New Orleans
Riding high with your love on me
Watch me slip from his mind
He needs it one more time
Make you want to drink it harder
Make you want to run away
Like I begged for you to take me
Was the other way, oh, baby, yeah
What about me makes you
What about me makes you
What about me makes you lie, you lie?
What about me makes you lie?
Right to my face, I'm laying alone in your disgrace
Make it up to me someday
No, I'm gone
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