Jane

Well she don't like it when I ain't sober

And I can't say that I blame her

I don't see how she takes it, boys

I don't how she takes it

And she done told me that it's all over

If I walk through the front door

Three sheets to the wind again

Three sheets to the wind

And I just laughed it off

How you gonna get back home?

If you ain't got a dime

And it don't come from me

And that's a long way to walk

And you ain't the ramblin' kind

So I just think it's best

If you decide to stay

Well those mountain women gonna get their way

Or they'll sure die of tryin'

I don't know why she tries so hard

I don't know why she tries

'Cause us mountain fellas are awful stubborn

And we don't give a God damn

We don't give a damn

No we just don't care

And we can't get enough of all these neon nights

Barroom brawls and bedroom quarrels

And we come home too late

And it ain't nothin' new

And it's just the same ol' thing

And I work way too hard

To take this shit off Jane

Well she went down to the Western Union

Called her country cousin

I need to get back home right now

I need to get away

'Cause it ain't funny when he ain't sober honey

Get me on a Greyhound

Get me on a Greyhound home

Get me to the hills

And I went out one night

Came home when the rooster crowed

And there weren't nothin' left but the smell of her perfume

Ain't never felt so small, ain't felt so much pain

And I'm just way too drunk

To take this shit off Jane