Back when I was just eighteen, I met the man in black He said, "Jon, it's nice to meet you, my name is Jack" We hung out all the time, we became good friends We ran around, we hit the town every damn weekend I started missin' work 'cause I was dog-tired That boss man had enough and good ol' Jack got me fired
Me and Jack don't get along no more He's high up on the shelf while I'm lyin' on the floor He makes me do things I've never done before He makes me cuss, he makes me fight Don't know what I did last night Should've left his ass at the liquor store No, me and Jack don't get along no more
Saw the girl of my dreams and man, she made me nervous So, I leaned on my buddy Jack 'cause he gave me the courage I swept her off her feet, stole her heart and made her mine She moved in and didn't like my friend Jack takin' all our time She started gettin' jealous, said, "Jack's got to go" He just wouldn't leave, so my girl hit the road
And me and Jack don't get along no more He's high up on the shelf while I'm lyin' on the floor He makes me do things I've never done before He makes me cuss, he makes me fight Don't know what I did last night Should've left his ass at the liquor store No, me and Jack don't get along no more Oh no
Well, Jack got me in a trouble and I wound up in jail So, I'm here doin' time 'cause he won't pay my bail I'm gonna change my ways as soon as I get out I'm headed for that liquor store to buy a fifth of Crown, 'cause
Me and Jack don't get along no more He's high up on the shelf while I'm lyin' on the floor He makes me do things I've never done before He makes me cuss, he makes me fight Don't know what I did last night Should've left his ass at the liquor store No, me and Jack don't get along no more
No, me and Jack don't get along no more No, we don't
Compositores: Thomas Rhett Akins (Akins Rhett), Bart Brandon Butler (Bart B Butler), Luke Robert Laird (Luke Laird), Jonathan Ryan Paidi (Jon Pardi) ECAD: Obra #18816625