Christian Kane

A little bit of Bourbon
And a broken neon sign
Once again I'm riding shotgun
To everything that's on my mind
Just a bartender
To tell my troubles to
Well, I just haven't found a way
To say, I'm so in love with you
If you could hear it in my voice
And see it on my face
You left me with no choice
But to leave you for the chase
I-35 in the pouring rain
Aleopard skin suitcase and a pocket o' change
Last I heard she left for Dallas
So I'm checking every motel in sight
This pick-up truck aint fast enough, no
We had our problems and times are tough