Songtext von Under The Table (feat. Chris Lane)

Last night, my baby hit the road, now she ain't mine no more I saw the taillights after midnight from the bedroom door Called some old friends, it's a code red, they know where to go 'Cause she ain't coming back Oh, baby, I need some More Jack, more gin More shots, pour it Three rounds, forget With a bottle or two Red wine, rosé Red cup, all day I'll drink me under the table To get over you I'll drink me under the table To get over you I tried to move on, put some blues on, turned 'em up real loud I poured a double and another trying to wash you down Ran up a tab to the ceiling so all these memories leaving Think she's what I'm still feeling Oh, baby, I need some More Jack, more gin More shots, pour it Three rounds, forget With a bottle or two Red wine, rosé Red cup, all day I'll drink me under the table To get over you To get over you To get over you I'll drink me under the table To get over you To get over you To get over you To get over you Oh, baby, I need some More Jack, more gin More shots, pour it Three rounds, forget With a bottle or two Red wine, rosé Red cup, all day I'll drink me under the table Oh, baby, I need some More Jack, more gin More shots, pour it Three rounds, forget With a bottle or two Red wine, rosé Red cup, all day I'll drink me under the table To get over you To get over you To get over you Drink me under the table (I'll drink me under the table) To get over you