When you hit the door
You made sure that I knew
That you´d be some hell that I´d have to get through

So, I called up some friends
I ain´t seen in too long
And we´re spending all night just proving you wrong

´Cause when it comes to moving on over you
Yeah, your voice in my head says I can´t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can

Yeah, I´m taking your leaving
Right on the chin
Me, Willie, ole Jim Beam, and the Marlboro Man

I bet you´re thinking
You made a mess out of me
But I´m learning that misery sure loves company

´Cause when it comes to moving on over you
Yeah, your voice in my head says I can´t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can
You said when it comes to getting you out my mind
I don´t stand a cold-day-in-hell´s chance
I got a bottle of bourbon
A Marlboro burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can

Oh, when it comes to moving on over you
Oh, your voice is still saying I can´t
But I got a bottle of bourbon
A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning
That says I can

This bottle of bourbon
This cigarette burning
That old vinyl turning
Says I can