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