You get in the truck and fire it up And let all them horses carry you You head into town to burn it down And spend all your money just to paint it blue And ain't it a shame you played the game Cause now you kick your woes with a happy hour And you know the drill and what helps to kill The pain when your sweetheart turns sour You take a shot of gin at 10 am And you might throw in a big ole chew And head to the lake to get half-baked Cause you ain't got no one to tell you what to do But ain't it a shame you played the game Cause now you kick your woes with a happy hour And you know the drill and what helps to kill The pain when your sweetheart turns sour But now you can do what you want to And go three or four days without a shower With no one to tell you to go to hell It's sweet when your sweetheart turns sour So ain't you glad you made her mad Cause it's sweet when your sweetheart turns sour