It’s Getting So Lyrics – Colter Wall

It’s Getting So Lyrics

Well, I can might get high on a Saturday night
And decide to drag my hide to town
I find me a cue, lose a quick game of pool
To whoever just might be around
And after I’m done, and the evening’s funds
Have been all but knocked back and drunk down
I call my ex-wife, tell her how great my life is
And could she drive me home from town?

And it’s gettin’ so that a man can’t go
Into town just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there’s you, dear, telling me just what you think

Well, I could stay home, do my drinking alone
I suppose it’d be better that way
My bar-room companions would be understanding and
Probably glad for the change
But to tell you the truth, I’m too long in the tooth
To start changing my old evil ways
So before your next rebuke, there’s a shot I’d like to shoot
And you might too if you’re planning to stay

And it’s gettin’ so that a man can’t go
Into town just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there’s you, dear, telling me just what you think

Well, it’s gettin’ so that a man can’t go
Into town just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there’s you, dear, telling me just what you think

Keep on telling me just what you think