Well, the lady and me both agree Some days we just don't get along But the whiskey and me both agree Maybe we're both just better off Well, the preacher believes I don't need All of these demons hanging on But we both know if they don't I'll get lonely, need a few to tag along Hanging here by a thread Hear a voice inside my head Well, I lean beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said, in case you hadn't noticed That's plates that can't fit up to the bottle For a little too long, no And I ain't about to anymore Yeah, down the wagon I'm hands paved But then I think one wheel's rubbing off He says, descend with that grin Where you've been So kind of you to help me out Hanging here by a thread Hear a voice inside my head Well, I lean beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said, in case you hadn't noticed That's plates that can't fit up to the bottle For a little too long, no And I ain't about to anymore Fall from grace, kingdom come Lying face down in the mud Please don't hate, lord, no judge For I know not just what I've done Fall from grace, kingdom come Lying face down in the mud Please don't hate, lord, no judge For I know not just what I've done Lying face down in the mud For I know not just what I've done For I know not just what I've done Well, I lean beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said, in case you hadn't noticed That's plates that can't fit up to the bottle For a little too long, no And I ain't about to anymore Well, I lean beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said, in case you hadn't noticed That's plates that can't fit up to the bottle For a little too long, no And I ain't about to anymore *