Well this old liver probably looks Like asphalt melted on a city's street. And the way I've treated this lungs of Mine it's a wonder that they still breathe. If looked inside my head there literally anything. You'll see a faded picture of the woman who wore my ring. I still think about her sometimes Between the liquor and the smoke about the love we left behind. I still think about her sometimes she broke My heart to pieces and now she hunts my mind. Well this old voice must sound whole Lot like a record from the good will store. I don't hear her say I love you so this ears don't work no more. And you wouldn't wanna hear me talk about her, anyway. Just look at me it's plain to see there's no need to say That I still think about her sometimes Between the liquor and the smoke about the love we left behind I still think about her sometimes she broke My heart to pieces and now she hunts my mind. I still think about her sometimes Between the liquor and the smoke about the smoke we left behind I still think about her sometimes she broke My heart to pieces and now she hunts my mind. She broke my heart to pieces and now she hunts my mind.