I woke up this morning, hungover all alone Went to fix a cup of coffee, but the coffee pot was gone Thought the world was ending, and I got left behind But all that really happened was she meant it this time Now she's southbound, loaded down up to the top I'm just sitting here in this empty box
She took my ride, took my pride, all the whiskey I drank She took my 3030, took them dirty dishes from the sink Guess I'll stare at the square where our pictures used to be 'Cause all she left was me
Well, I'd put on some records, hell, try and get her gone But I ain't got a needle or a groove to drop it on Guess the silver line is ain't gotta lock my door You can't steal what ain't hear anymore
Took my cigars, my guitar, even took my dog She took the mail, took the white-tailed buck off my wall So I'm sitting here now where the couch used to be 'Cause all she left was me Yeah, that's right, all she left (Woo!)
I'd clean up my act, but she took the broom She better hope her next man's got a whole lot of room
She took my ride, took my pride, took my new flatscreen She took the girl of my dreams out the songs that I sing I guess I'll stare at the square where our pictures used to be 'Cause all she left was me, yeah Man, if I could find my wallet, I'd go drown in a drink But all she left was me, yeah, that's right
All she left, all she left All she left was me (Woo!) All she left, all she left All she left was me, yeah
Compositores: Morgan Wallen, HARDY & Jesse Frasure