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