That stack of vinyls

Slow-hand speaking right to my chest

Been clean for a while

But now I'm back like I never left

A good man can only take so much, man

Until he's had enough

And damn, I've had enough

It's up in smoke, but I ain't high

There she goes, no goodbye

Yeah, she's runnin' right back to his arms again

I'm sittin' all alone in the cold

Rocky Mountain low

I oughta roll up

Straight through his yard, kick his door down

But I'm so tore up

Hell, I can't even drive right now

A good man can only take so much, man

Until he's had enough

And God, I've had enough

It's up in smoke, but I ain't high

There she goes, no goodbye

Yeah, she's runnin' right back to his arms again

I'm sittin' all alone in the cold

Rocky Mountain low

Rocky Mountain low

It's all up in smoke, but I ain't high

There she goes, no tears in her eyes

Yeah, she's runnin' right back to his arms again

I'm sittin' all alone in the cold

Rocky Mountain low

Rocky Mountain low