Muhammad Ali

It's been three damn days since you went away

And hell, I've been drinking for four

And you took our bed so these nights mine

Usually is the hardwood floor

And with a heart hard as mine

And yours sweet as wine

We were never meant to mix

And now I've got a pain down in my soul

That Advil just can't kick

I've been stepping in the ring with Muhammad Ali

Getting knocked down to the ground for fifteen rounds

Taking punches to the head

Aw, but ain't one of them hurt yet

Cause them words you said already left me dead

And after a Marlboro pack and a bottle and a half

Of some old cheap Cabernet

I can't seem to kill the way I feel about you leaving me

We're like coals on a fire

We ignite and then burn out

Then we're left with a dark decay

Of a love that's full of doubt

I've been stepping in the ring with Muhammad Ali

Getting knocked down to the ground for fifteen rounds

Taking punches to the head

Aw, but ain't one of them hurt yet

Cause them words you said already left me dead

This is the life I chose

So it's my fault I suppose

And this running around is catching up to me

And I am who I am

Just a six-string picking man

Going from bar to bar and counting off this band

And I guess I'm better off alone

I guess I'm better off alone

I guess I'm better off alone

I guess I'm better off alone

I've been stepping in the ring with Muhammad Ali

Getting knocked down to the ground for fifteen rounds