He drags into work unaware of the proof on his breath
Most men would get fired for putting the boss to the test
Everyone here knows his story and they sympathize
With a man who loves someone who left without saying goodbye
After eight hours he heads home but stops by the liquor store first
He'll close all the curtains then put the whiskey to work
He'll start out in his kitchen chair just like the night before
And with each drop he drinks he slowly sinks to the floor
Chorus:
Now he's under the table dying to hold her again
The bottle's his weapon of choice to do himself in
Oh he lies there and prays lord take me away
I can't drink enough whiskey to ease all the pain that I'm in
But til then he's under the table dying to hold her again
Lord it's k**ing him trying to live without her
When you have to die to get better it doesn't get any worse
This mission of pure self destruction began when she left
Yeah he started digging his own grave the day he laid her to rest
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