Lyrics

3 Beers, 2 Shots, and 1 Broken Heart

Sunday night, I?m counting matches, how long has it been?
My hands are shaking, feeling sober, can?t do that again.
Once my cup was sweet and brimming, now it?s nearly dry
So fill my glass up, here?s to damn luck, and barely getting by
Everything that I have left is sitting in this bar:
Three beers, two shots, and one broken heart

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VERSE 2
Lost my pride and self-respect when you told me the truth
You took the house and half the money, now you want my half too
All the years you swore you loved me soon will wash away
It?s nearly sunup so fill my glass up, it?s a brand new day
I?m gonna drink you off my mind and this is where I?ll start
Three beers, two shots, and one broken heart

CODA

I can?t face this world alone and each drop does its part
Three beers, two shots,
Three beers, two shots,
Three beers, two shots, and one broken heart

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