I tried to sell some guy an 8 ball of the sweet el paso dust

He said, "son, I'm a christian I don't fuckin' touch that stuff"

I told him "I don't either, but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?"

Strung out, pushing 90, twenty miles from abilene

Skipped town on a dui from drinking memories

Of you and me in cabo, and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete.

And I got these women going crazy for the sound

And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down

Running high on everything, but I still got the blues

Honey, I'm just running low on you.

Well, I thought I made it home last night to rest my broken heart

But I woke up, I was laid up in a dollar general cart

With a bag filled with pedialyte and "take me back, I'm sorry" hallmark cards

And I smoked my lucky cigarette, but no luck came to me

At that old choctaw casino where I bet your diamond ring

What's the point of winning when you're the only jackpot I need?

And I got these women going crazy for the sound

And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down

Running high on everything, but I still got the blues

Honey, I'm just running low on you.

If I could just stay sober enough to get down on one knee

I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say, "please marry me"

But I understand if you've got plans to settle down with anyone but me.

And I got these women going crazy for the sound

And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down

Running high on everything, but I still got the blues

Honey, I'm just running low on you

Honey, I'm just running low on you

Honey, I'm just running low on you

Running high on everything, but I still got the blues

Honey, I'm just running low on you.