(hicks / lynch)   Sipping at the wine   I'm drinking all the time   I'm drinking kinda slow   And I'm hoping it won't go   See when I get dry   I just sit and cry over my baby   Seems that in the past   It was gonna last   Somewhere it went wrong   All the good times gone   But I don't know why   So I sit and cry over my baby      Well, now, yeah I thought that, I thought that   If we could take it, we'd love each other so much   We'd be sure to make it   But oh baby oh my baby   Look what we've got   There's nothing at all      Thinking of the bad times   Stretched out on my bed   Images of you, girl   Running through my head   Wish that I could die   So I lay and cry over my baby      Verse 1      Chorus      Look what we've got there's nothing at all