Well he was nearly died
When he returned to the town where he'd come from
He's brown-bagging it tonight behind some tavern
Somebody wrecked his life
And I'll bet you it was his darling
Somebody wrecked his life
And I'll bet you it was his darling
So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
Died in the gutter on his feet and his hands
Same hands that once touched her face
Well he was nearly died
When he returned to the town he'd come from
He's hanging out drinking beer with his brother-in-law
He was a drinker at night
And in the morning he was unnerving
He was a drinker for a time
The day that he lost his darling
So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
Died in the gutter on his feet and his hands
Same hands that once touched her face
So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
Died in the gutter on his feet and his hands
Same hands that once touched her face

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Writer(s): CAITLIN CARY, ERIC GILMORE, PHILIP JOHN WANDSCHER, RYAN ADAMS, STEVEN GROTHMANN