Story Behind The Song
always heard the expression "eating my words" so I thought it would be appropriate to serve 'em up after a big fight with the woman....
Song Description
regretful of the morning after a big fight with the woman
| Song Length |
3:45 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Honky Tonk |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Irritated |
Subject |
General, Breaking Up |
| Similar Artists |
Garth Brooks, George Strait |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I woke up this mornin', stumbled to the kitchen,
kicked the iron skillet clear across that tile floor...
pain shot through my body, sharp as I envisioned
the damage of the words said before she slammed the door...
past echoes of our shoutin' I could barely piece together
why last night the third world war broke out at home?
now this house is graveyard quiet as I contemplate my diet
I'll be living on as long as I'm alone...
I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs
m' heartburn risin' higher
like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
well I knew I had it comin' when my foolmouth kept on runnin'
the last thing I remember is she finally called my bluff
through all our years together,
all the stormy weather,
this one blew the roof off when she said she had enough
now I sit here at a table my hand's upon a bottle and I'm
tryin' to wash down words I regret
oh the thought of life without her
it's a poison hard to swallow
and it turns my gut
to think she won't be back
I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs
my heartburn risin' higher
like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
well I'm sure gettin' my fill
of this lonely full course meal
I'm hungry for the way things use to be
It's a round the clock menu
of the blue plate special blues
with a side of misery that's killin' me....
eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs
my heartburn risin' higher like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
serving a memory that won't digest away
heartburn risin' higher setting my mind on fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
yeah I'm eatin' my words for breakfast everyday