| There’s lots of things he can’t control
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| Like loving me, and alcohol
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| He doesn’t have the power to choose
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| He doesn’t have the will to lose
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| I thought my heart was strong
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| Strong enough to right the wrong
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| Oh, but that drink is strong
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| And it fights me all night long
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| I found my man on the ground again
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| Red from the drinking all my pain
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| He’s in love with the thing I hate
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| I can’t leave, I’m doomed to stay
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| He makes me bear the worst of things
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| All the memories, all the shame
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| But I’ll pick my man off the ground again
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| 'Til the grave takes hold of him
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| He’s half the life I want to live
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| He’s half the life I’ll always dread
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| Our past and future look the same
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| I doubt we’ll ever try and change
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| He won’t let me be
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| Like a dead man holding me
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| We’re buried six years deep
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| I can’t escape from this disease
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| I found my man on the ground again
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| Red from the drinking all my pain
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| He’s in love with the thing I hate
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| I can’t leave, I’m doomed to stay
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| He makes me bear the worst of things
|
| All the memories, all the shame
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| But I’ll pick my man off the ground again
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| 'Til the grave takes hold of him
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| In the morning he’ll wake up and be remorseful
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| And I believe him, I’ll start feeling a little hopeful
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| But then the sun goes down and my hell, will start all over
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| I found my man on the ground again
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| Red from the drinking all my pain
|
| He’s in love with the thing I hate
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| I can’t leave, I’m doomed to stay
|
| He makes me bear the worst of things
|
| All the memories, all the shame
|
| But I’ll pick my man off the ground again
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| I’ll pick my man off the ground again
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| 'Til the grave takes hold of him
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| There’s lots of things he can’t control
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| Like loving me, and alcohol |