Bobby Cool - When Your Sweetheart Turns Sour Lyrics

You get in the truck and fire it up
And let all them horses carry you
You head into town to burn it down
And spend all your money just to paint it blue

And ain't it a shame you played the game
Cause now you kick your woes with a happy hour
And you know the drill and what helps to kill
The pain when your sweetheart turns sour

You take a shot of gin at 10 am
And you might throw in a big ole chew
And head to the lake to get half-baked
Cause you ain't got no one to tell you what to do

But ain't it a shame you played the game
Cause now you kick your woes with a happy hour
And you know the drill and what helps to kill
The pain when your sweetheart turns sour

But now you can do what you want to
And go three or four days without a shower
With no one to tell you to go to hell
It's sweet when your sweetheart turns sour

So ain't you glad you made her mad
Cause it's sweet when your sweetheart turns sour