Album : Learn to Live
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Last thing I remember
I met the boys down at the 'Jammer
We had a few beers, and a few shots

I woke up the next day
With cotton mouth and a headache
Tryin to connect all the dots

Starin up at the ceilin'
I got that funny feelin'
Looked over and I, I saw my ex-girlfriend

I felt like a fool, and thats when I knew
I’d been drinkin' and dialin' again

So the next time you think I’ve had to much to drink
And you tell me I shouldn’t drive home
When you take my keys, oh i’m beggin you please
Go on take my cell phone

Cause I have been known
After tyin' one on to call up a couple old friends
Tell 'em that I love 'em, or maybe don’t cuss 'em
When I'm drinkin' and dialin' again

So the next time you think I’ve had to much to drink
And you tell me I should not drive home
Oh when you take my keys, oh I'm beggin you please
Go on take my cell phone


If you’ve ever heard, me slurrin 'my words
On your voice mail around 4 a.m.
You’ll have to forgive me, and blame it on my whiskey
I was drinkin' and dialin' again

I’ve been drinkin' and dialin' again
Last thing I remember   I met the boys down at the 'Jammer   We had a few beers, and a few shots      I woke up the next day   With cotton mouth and a headache   Tryin to connect all the dots      Starin up at the ceilin'   I got that funny feelin'   Looked over and I, I saw my ex-girlfriend      I felt like a fool, and thats when I knew   I’d been drinkin' and dialin' again      So the next time you think I’ve had to much to drink   And you tell me I shouldn’t drive home   When you take my keys, oh i’m beggin you please   Go on take my cell phone      Cause I have been known   After tyin' one on to call up a couple old friends   Tell 'em that I love 'em, or maybe don’t cuss 'em   When I'm drinkin' and dialin' again      So the next time you think I’ve had to much to drink   And you tell me I should not drive home   Oh when you take my keys, oh I'm beggin you please   Go on take my cell phone         If you’ve ever heard, me slurrin 'my words   On your voice mail around 4 a.m.   You’ll have to forgive me, and blame it on my whiskey   I was drinkin' and dialin' again      I’ve been drinkin' and dialin' again