I'm running out of honky tonks to go to
Lord knows I've been to every one in town
Just looking for my genie in a bottle
She wasn't there, if she's not here
Lord, she's nowhere to be found
Bartender, add one more drink to my tab
Then multiply by ten the worst thing you've ever felt
That equals up to me about my angels
Oh, I can't go home to heaven 'cause it's all gone to hell
This old house is falling down all around me
And just like our love, her roses have all died
But, to tell the truth, I brought this all on myself
'Cause like she said, I made my bed
The morning I came in and lied
Bartender, add one more drink to my tab
And then multiply by ten the worst thing you've ever felt
That equals up to me about my angels
So, I can't go home to heaven 'cause it's all gone to hell
Oh, I can't go home to heaven 'cause it's all gone to hell

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