Last night, my baby hit the road, now she ain't mine no more
I saw the taillights after midnight from the bedroom door
Called some old friends, it's a code red, they know where to go
'Cause she ain't coming back
Oh, baby, I need some
More Jack, more gin
More shots, pour it
Three rounds, forget
With a bottle or two
Red wine, rosé
Red cup, all day
I'll drink me under the table
To get over you
I'll drink me under the table
To get over you
I tried to move on, put some blues on, turned 'em up real loud
I poured a double and another trying to wash you down
Ran up a tab to the ceiling so all these memories leaving
Think she's what I'm still feeling
Oh, baby, I need some
More Jack, more gin
More shots, pour it
Three rounds, forget
With a bottle or two
Red wine, rosé
Red cup, all day
I'll drink me under the table
To get over you
To get over you
To get over you
I'll drink me under the table
To get over you
To get over you
To get over you
To get over you
Oh, baby, I need some
More Jack, more gin
More shots, pour it
Three rounds, forget
With a bottle or two
Red wine, rosé
Red cup, all day
I'll drink me under the table
Oh, baby, I need some
More Jack, more gin
More shots, pour it
Three rounds, forget
With a bottle or two
Red wine, rosé
Red cup, all day
I'll drink me under the table
To get over you
To get over you
To get over you
Drink me under the table (I'll drink me under the table)
To get over you