Unglued

Well they always told me stay away from a cowboys son

He'll pick a guitar for a living and he's always on the run

When that black smoke finally clears, and he's running out of time

He'll take that old black train and move a little further down the line

Charming like the devil, tells you what you wanna hear

Like the whiskey whispering those sweet nothings in your ear

All the right things to think the feelings here to stay

But the buzz leaves in the morning, a hangover in it's place

And you'll say ooh I've come unglued

Oooh people love to say I told you so