When you hit the door You made sure that I knew That you'd be some hell that I'd have to get through So, I called up some friends I ain't seen in too long And we're spending all night just proving you wrong 'Cause when it comes to moving on over you Yeah, your voice in my head says I can't But I got a bottle of bourbon A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning That says I can Yeah, I'm taking your leaving Right on the chin Me, Willie, ole Jim Beam, and the Marlboro Man I bet you're thinking You made a mess out of me But I'm learning that misery sure loves company 'Cause when it comes to moving on over you Yeah, your voice in my head says I can't But I got a bottle of bourbon A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning That says I can You said when it comes to getting you out my mind I don't stand a cold-day-in-hell's chance I got a bottle of bourbon A Marlboro burning and some old vinyl turning That says I can Oh, when it comes to moving on over you Oh, your voice is still saying I can't But I got a bottle of bourbon A cigarette burning and some old vinyl turning That says I can This bottle of bourbon This cigarette burning That old vinyl turning Says I can