Heavy Country Smoker

I got a pack of cigars, 'cause I'm a heavy country smoker

The front-seat comb, I tease it up a little

Take a drag, keep the powder white

And I pray that I can keep a man 'fore they all get sober

I got blood on my hands from 23 frien's

Ain't stoppin' me either

Traded a two for a four, six-shooter, not a show

And I pray that they find me dead before they bury my brother

'Cause a slow death, a slow death is worse than

A slow romantic endeavor

Come home with me, now that you're getting older

While you still want me sober

I'll have some sage with my Hershey's and curl up

With a cashmere blanket, for once

It's good to be home

I've been gone for too long

Now, you can cough on my shoulder

'Cause a slow death, a slow death is worse than

A slow romantic endeavor

Come home with me, now that you're getting older

While you still want me sober

While you still want me sober

While you still want me sober

It's better than you could imagine

Now that you're getting older

It's better than you could imagine

Now that you're getting older