She just broke up with me,
now I'm all alone
with nothing but a jack and coke,
a bottle of patron-
I know that I'll get over her
but I just don't want to think;
so leave me the fuck alone,
let me sit and drink-
somewhere at the bottom of this bottle
I'm sure's the end to my sorrow
and if I don't find it there tonight
I can always try again tomorrow-
So don't tell me that it's bad for me
or what I should or shouldn't do
sometimes the best medicine's a stiff drink
while listening to some Blues
