I don’t usually come to town
‘Til after the sun goes down
And I got something to drink about
And I do
If I was good at holding on
Maybe she wouldn’t be so gone and
Maybe I’d sit here and talk to you
But I got my hat pulled down low
Heading down the same dead end road
So don’t ask me how I’m doing
Don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t ask about those empty cans rolling round in my truck bed
I left ‘em there when she left
I put us out like a cigarette
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave
Don’t ask me
Nah don’t ask me
I can’t get a broke heart workin’
I ain’t good with words
I get a good thing rollin’
And I run it right in the dirt
Hell I ain’t really sure
So don’t ask me how I’m doing
Don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t ask about those empty cans rolling round in my truck bed
I left ‘em there when she left
I put us out like a cigarette
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave
Don’t ask me
Nah don’t ask me
‘Cause if I knew
If I knew
I wouldn’t be here with my hat pulled down low
Wonderin’ bout the things I let go
So don’t ask me how I’m doing
Don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t ask about those empty cans rolling round in my truck bed
I left ‘em there when she left
I put us out like a cigarette
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave
Don’t ask me
Nah don’t ask me
Don’t ask me
Don’t ask me
