All Jack'd Up

All Jack’d Up

Alone at the bar

Country music on the jukebox

Ten shots of Jack

A half bottle of moonshine

I was able to sing like Hank

Dance like no white boy should

Even if the rhythm of the music never found my feet

I was having fun being the fool

I could fight anyone

Even against someone bigger than me

Black eyes, busted teeth in the alley outback

And I knew better

And that redheaded girl looked mighty good

I knew she was out of my league

Hell, I didn’t care

I knew that the night could be Heaven

Even though it usually ended up to be hell

More than one night in jail

My car wrapped around countless trees

Endless hours in the emergency room

I didn’t care about any of it

I was all Jack’d up