Alcohol Of Fame
Luke Combs
She left me standin' on a porch down in Georgia
Had me beggin' yellin': Baby, don't leave
She had her middle finger wavin' out the window
Like she didn't give a damn about me
I'd have been better off if she took the dog and left me with nothin' to do
But head down to the bar and get a head start on healin' these heartbreak blues
I need a longneck bottle
I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel
To kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the Alcohol of Fame
Hey, right around last call, they'll hang my picture on the wall
I give 'em all a box stool speech
I thank Jim and Jack for havin' my back
And her for walkin' out on me
I need a longneck bottle
I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel
To kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the Alcohol of Fame
Oh, I can see a statue of me in that parkin' lot
Smokin' a cigarette that's twistin' off the top
I need a longneck bottle
I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel
To kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the Alcohol of Fame
Yeah, I'll take all the credit
But she'll take all the blame
And I'm 'bout to drink myself into the Alcohol of Fame
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the Alcohol of Fame