Jason Aldean

It's three A.M. in my new home this motel room
An ash tray full of lucky strikes
A half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Counting regrest...fighting back tears
Retracin' steps...gettin' nowhere
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Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashed, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette