Cheap Wine Lies

Verse 1

Left your lighter

Underneath the shotgun seat

Truck is gone

The tire tracks are buried deep

Saw you turn the corner

Near the hollow at the end of town

Half a bottle

To keep the quiet down

Pre-Chorus

Tracing lines along the grain

Wait for storm or wait for rain

Glass is sweating

Screen door letting in the moths

Chorus

Give me three chords and a little white lie

Burn a hole through the velvet sky

Maybe I should hate you

But I am making excuses for the mess

Caught between the leaving

And a faded calico dress

Telling everyone I am doing just fine

While I am trading my sleep for the cheap kind of wine

Verse 2

Boots are scuffed

Ruined by the river mud

Heart is rough

Spilled a little bit of blood

Pawned that golden band

Two days before the winter froze

Hired hand

Painting shutters where the garden grows

Pre-Chorus

Tracing lines along the grain

Wait for storm or wait for rain

Glass is sweating

Screen door letting in the moths

Chorus

Give me three chords and a little white lie

Burn a hole through the velvet sky

Maybe I should hate you

But I am making excuses for the mess

Caught between the leaving

And a faded calico dress

Telling everyone I am doing just fine

While I am trading my sleep for the cheap kind of wine

Bridge

Radio is buzzing static tunes

Counting out the empty silver spoons

Found your name

Written in the dust upon the shelf

Play the game

Blaming everybody but myself

Chorus

Give me three chords and a little white lie

Burn a hole through the velvet sky

Maybe I should hate you

But I am making excuses for the mess

Caught between the leaving

And a faded calico dress

Telling everyone I am doing just fine

While I am trading my sleep for the cheap kind of wine