Sitting here watching you look at her
And I know what you're thinking and I don't blame you one bit
She sure looks good, and I would if I could
But I can't anymore cause good sense made me quit
She's a six pack of trouble, she's a pint of rot gut booze
If you think you're low down
She'll put you right down in your shoes
I remember one time I searched all night
And came home and cried cause I couldn't find her nowhere
She took off with a guy named Clyde
That plays in a band in a small town south of here
After a couple of days she came home
With her clothes in an old brown sack
I didn't say much I was so glad to get her back
I don't care what she does anymore
I just come here cause I like the band
Sometimes she smiles and waves at me like some old friend
That she don't understand
So buy her beer and tell her a lie friend
She'll let you take her home
But when you leave in the morning just make sure you leave alone
She's a six pack of trouble, she's a pint of rot gut booze
If you think you're low now
She'll put you right down in your shoes