(hicks / lynch)

Sipping at the wine

I'm drinking all the time

I'm drinking kinda slow

And i'm hoping it won't go

See when i get dry

I just sit and cry over my baby

Seems that in the past

It was gonna last

Somewhere it went wrong

All the good times gone

But i don't know why

So i sit and cry over my baby



Well, now, yeah i thought that, i thought that

If we could take it, we'd love each other so much

We'd be sure to make it

But oh baby oh my baby

Look what we've got

There's nothing at all



Thinking of the bad times

Stretched out on my bed

Images of you, girl

Running through my head

Wish that i could die

So i lay and cry over my baby



Verse 1



Chorus



Look what we've got there's nothing at all


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