Lotta Good That Does Me Now - Craig Campbell
I didnt know where I was when I woke up
With a headache and a black eye
In the bed of my old truck
I wish Id made myself go home last night
Instead of closing that bar down
And starting that damn fight
I learned whiskey just dont mix
With my smart mouth
Lotta good that does me now
What good is shoulda known better
Once youve done what you shoulda never done at all
Whats the use in all that knowin
When looking back wont change nothin
And its too late for you to do a thing about
Its like finding your keys
Once you bust your window out
Lotta good that does me now
Now all my friends been blowing up my phone
It aint like me to act like that
But then again they know shes gone
I think I finally screwed up good this time
Cause Im sorry and, baby, dont go
Never even crossed my mind