chris gaines

blame the whole damn tree
my nerves fucking up your black tie affair
my tall shoes
say i am the last one, or i miss all of my friends

there is no surprise
of the complain score
drinking into the ditch of winter

i can see my breath
i can swing an axe
i will get black out drunk at your wedding

because i can just go to any bar
and they know me
they go as low as i want to dig
because i am garth brooks
because i am garth brooks
because i am garth brooks