Karaoké Austin (Boots Stop Workin') Mike Denver

We had a plan

Move out of this town baby

West to the sand

It's all we talked about lately

I'd pack the car bring your guitar and Jane for smokin'

First thing at dawn you'd queue the songs and we'd get goin'

But you weren't home

Waited on the porch for ya

Sat there alone all throughout the morn' 'till I

Got a hunch down in my gut and snuck around the back

Empty cans and I'll be damned

Your bags were never packed

Did your boots stop workin'

Did your truck break down

Did you burn through money

Did your ex find out

Where there's a will then there's a way and I'm damn sure you lost it

Didn't even say goodbye

Just wish I knew what caused it

Was the whiskey flowin'

Were you in a fight

Did the nerves come get you

What's your alibi

I made my way back to L.A. and that's where you'll be forgotten

In forty years you'll still be here

Drunk, washed up in

Austin

Hell of a bluff you had me believin'

How many months did you plan on leavin'

What happened, bad habits

Did you go back, go bat

I loved you, how tragic

Oh oh

Did your boots stop workin'

Did your truck break down

Did you burn through money

Did your ex find out

Where there's a will then there's a way and I'm damn sure you lost it

Didn't even say goodbye

Just wish I knew what caused it

Was the whiskey flowin'

Were you in a fight

Did the nerves come get you

What's your alibi

I made my way back to L.A. and that's where you'll be forgotten

In forty years you'll still be here

Drunk, washed up in

Did your boots stop workin'

Did your truck break down

Did you burn through money

Did your ex find out

Where there's a will then there's a way and I'm damn sure you lost it

Didn't even say goodbye

Just wish I knew what caused it

Was the whiskey flowin'

Were you in a fight

Did the nerves come get you

What's your alibi

I made my way back to L.A. and that's where you'll be forgotten

In forty years you'll still be here

Drunk, washed up in

Austin