she was going down, i was ashin' on her back (love that girl like she was mine) i hit back once - open-handed, no excuses (love that girl like she was mine ...) now the sunshine won't look me in the eye no more but nighttime says it to my face i was thinkin' to myself might as well be you got to burn back the weeds so i burn back the weeds and cry need her like a crack-baby, i can see her in the dark came together so hard we broke both our hearts now i'm whistling dixie, spittin' teeth i can't shed this skin she's underneath i was thinkin' to myself it was always you got to burn back the weeds so i burn back the weeds and cry she says 'why' i'm just not a very nice guy can't seem to say good-bye god knows i try she was goin' down i was ashin' on her back