Blew into this town
Hit 'em up and hung 'em dry
And left 'em there
Like you ain't never come around
Smoke and brown whiskey
Turned your tongue black
Put it in your mind
That you ain't coming back
Every little dog's gonna have his day
And you been standing there
Throwing dirt all over my grave
My radio's trash
I don't know any better
And I can't believe
I thought you'd be the one who'd last
Smoke and brown whiskey
Turn your tongue black
Turned your heart cold
And sewed a gun to your back
Every little dog's gonna have his day
And you been standing there
Throwing dirt all over my grave