Lyrics
As she packed her bags, said she might come back
If I ever straighten up
I've been sober as a judge now, every night for a month
But when I saw her wrapped up with some ol' boy in a truck I can't afford
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
This six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long
So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son
Play an old drinking song
Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
I didn't pop a top or touch a single drop
I went to church every week
I cleaned up the house, I cleaned up my act
Thinking she'd come back to me
Now, I reckon I can go back to stumbling in
And waking up on the floor
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
Well, this six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long
So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son
Play an old drinking song
Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
Yeah, pour me up a tall one now, son
Make it real strong
Woo-hoo, hee-yah
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin'
So I'm sittin' here sippin' instead of sittin' home, hurtin'
This six-pack just turned into five, and this five-pack won't last long
So pour me up a tall one, make it really strong, son
Play an old drinking song
Well, I'm tired of trying, so here I am tying one on 'til they lock the door
I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
Yeah, I've been workin' on quittin', but the quittin' ain't workin' no more
Writer(s): Rhett Akins, William L. Bundy, Larry Fleet
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