It’s been a year since he’s seen her
And she’s still on his mind
The only thing that’s healing him is Jesus, Tequila and time

She had enough on a on a Tuesday
Since then every afternoon
The only thing that’s held him up is a cold and lonely bar stool

He says I do what I do on nights like these to get through

There’s a battle in his head and tequila's just the gun
Shooting dead the memories of not giving her enough
But putting down the bottle is so tough
When you want to drink the tears back up

I tell him that he’s crazy…he should just pick up the phone
I try to say that stubborn people only end up alone

He says I do what I do, on nights like these to get through

There’s a battle in his head tequila's just the gun
Shooting dead the memories of not giving her enough
But putting down the bottle is so rough
When you want to drink the tears back up

I tell him you must regret and must confess, you should of changed your ways
Just let her new life and all this time
Be the reason you should change, it wouldn’t hurt to pray

But there’s a battle in your and head tequila's just the gun
Shooting dead the memories of not giving her enough
But putting down the bottle is so rough
Yeah putting down the bottle is so tough
When you want to drink the tears back up

It’s been a year since he’s seen her
And she’s still on his mind
The only thing that’s healing him is Jesus, Tequila and time

Gareth Brown and Chad Raymon