Runnin' Low

I tried to sell some guy an 8 ball of the sweet El Paso dust He said, "son, I'm a Christian, I don't fuckin' touch that stuff" I told him, "I don't either, but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?" We're strung out, pushing 90, 20 miles from Albilene Skipped town on a DUI from drinking memories Of you and me in Cabo, and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete And I got these women going crazy for the sound And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down Running high on everything but I still got the blues Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you Well, I thought I made it home last night to rest my broken heart But I woke up, I was laid up in a Dollar Genеral cart With a bag filled with Pedialyte and "Takе me back, I'm sorry" Hallmark cards And I smoked my lucky cigarette, but no luck came to me At that old Choctaw Casino where I bet your diamond ring What's the point of winning when you're the only jackpot I need? And I got these women going crazy for the sound And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down Running high of everything but I still got the blues Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you If I could just stay sober enough to get down on one knee I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say, "please marry me" But I understand if you got plans to settle down with anyone but me And I got these women going crazy for the sound And a whiskey cloud that keeps on rainin' down Running high on everything but I still got the blues Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you Running high of everything but I still got the blues Honey, I'm just runnin' low on you, yeah