A little bit of Bourbon

And a broken neon sign

Once again I'm riding shotgun

To everything that's on my mind

Just a bartender

To tell my troubles to

Well, I just haven't found a way

To say, I'm so in love with you

If you could hear it in my voice

And see it on my face

You left me with no choice

But to leave you for the chase

I-35 in the pouring rain

Aleopard skin suitcase and a pocket o' change

Last I heard she left for Dallas

So I'm checking every motel in sight

This pick-up truck aint fast enough, no

We had our problems and times are tough

I just can't believe you're leavin'

Over three words I couldn't say last night

If you could hear it in my voice

And see it on my face

You left me with no choice but

To leave you

A little Tequila

And a broken neon sign

Woh, and just a bartender

Can tell you what was on my mind

Yeah

He said you could hear it in his voice

And see it on his face

You left him with no choice

But to leave you for

The chase