better than my heart

i'm feeling kind of banged up

slow out of the bed

neon noise and honkey-tonk wine ringing in my head

last night i saw your car

i overheard your name

pilled 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 cigarettes eyes are

'bout 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 filled it with your love

then you drained it out

sometimes i think you built it up

just to break it down

now 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 cigarettes eyes are

'bout 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