Up Yours

There's a big detour down third street
So I had to drive up yours
And I flipped your house a bird
Squealed the tires and honked the horn
Met my buddies at some new joint
Where I've never drank before
This place ain't up my alley, no
But, girl, it's right up yours

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend, old what's-her-name
She keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain, I pour
You ain't mine no more
I thought whisky's supposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours

I know you ain't got a tab in here
But if ya did, I'd run up yours
I probably shoulda stayed at home
With a cold six pack of Coors
'Cause the more I drink, the more I think
About what I'm drinking for
Yeah, I'm just trying to keep my phone
From calling up yours

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend, old what's-her-name
She keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain, I pour
You ain't mine no more
I thought whisky's supposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours
Up yours

These days you're messing up all my nights
I wonder if I'm messing up yours
These days you're messing up all my nights
I hope I'm messing up yours
(Up yours)

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend, old what's-her-name
She keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain, I pour
You ain't mine no more
I thought whisky's supposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours

I hope I'm messing up yours
Up yours



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Thomas Miller, Benjamin Merritt Stennis, John Russell Pierce
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