If Drinkin’ Helped

Every cabinet in the kitchen's empty

Every whiskey, every bourbon, every wine

Ain't nothing in this damn house kills your memory

I tried every vice a man can try

They ain't done the trick, 'cause if they did

I'd have a brand-new pack of Marlboro reds

One more girl layin' in my bed

I'd be a goodbye song, long-gone cliché

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I'd be parked in a corner booth 'til hardwood floors stuck to these boots

I'd sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I'd be drunk as hell

If drinking helped

If drinking helped

See, I'd pack up and move my life to Cheyenne

Where no one asks what's in my coffee cup

Where there ain't no room for tears or cowboys crying

But turns out Wyoming just ain't far enough

For a brand-new pack of Marlboro reds

One more girl layin' in my bed

Just a goodbye song, long-gone cliché

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I'd be parked in a corner booth 'til hardwood floors stuck to these boots

I'd sell my soul to Jack and Jim, I'd be drunk as hell

If drinking helped

If drinking helped, mm

If drinking helped there'd be a little hope

But I'm living proof it don't

Or I'll still be smokin' Marlboro reds

Another girl layin' in my bed

Just a goodbye song long-gone cliché

In a bags packed up, black Chevrolet

I'd be parked in a corner booth, 'til hardwood floor stuck to these boots

Sold my soul to Jack and Jim, still be drunk as hell

Oh, but you ain't coming back so I might as well