Jack Daniels

I got a reputation going round,
Ain't never been the kind to back down
I've thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes,
But Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

I did pretty good for a round or two,
But he don't fight fair like daddy taught me to,
Yeah her memory turned my head and he snuck up from behind,
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof,
But the memory of her taillights fading just breaks it right into,
They say every superman has got his kryptonite,
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

I didn't bleed and I ain't black and blue,
It ain't hard to tell who got the best of who,
Cause in the morning light I'm hard to recognize,
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof,
But the memory of her taillights fading just breaks it right into,
They say every superman has got his kryptonite,
And Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

That black label's like black powder for my soul,
Yeah my head feels like a bomb about to blow,
But hell I'm halfway inclined to give that fuse a light,
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
Yeah let Jack Daniels kick my ass again tonight

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