A little bit of Bourbon   And a broken neon sign   Once again I'm riding shotgun   To everything that's on my mind   Just a bartender   To tell my troubles to   Well, I just haven't found a way   To say, I'm so in love with you    If you could hear it in my voice   And see it on my face   You left me with no choice    But to leave you for the chase   I-35 in the pouring rain   Aleopard skin suitcase and a pocket o' change   Last I heard she left for Dallas   So I'm checking every motel in sight    This pick-up truck aint fast enough, no   We had our problems and times are tough   I just can't believe you're leavin'   Over three words I couldn't say last night   If you could hear it in my voice   And see it on my face   You left me with no choice but   To leave you    A little Tequila   And a broken neon sign   Woh, and just a bartender   Can tell you what was on my mind   Yeah    He said you could hear it in his voice   And see it on his face   You left him with no choice   But to leave you for    The chase