Beer In the Fridge

Beer In the Fridge I ran into your mom at church She said I've been praying for you Guess now that you've moved on She ain't mad at me no more The magnolias on old Shell Road smell so bittersweet Sometimes I still wanna get messed up But you'd be proud of me There's a beer in the fridge, last of 12 Sole survivor of my last all-nighter In the back of the bottom shelf It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk I still look out for the cops when I'm driving around town And I'm still not quite sure what to do with my hands in a crowd There's a lot I can't remember and a lot I can't forget One silver bullet in the chamber and I'm playing Russian Roulette With that beer in the fridge, last of 12 Sole survivor of my last all-nighter In the back of the bottom shelf It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk I don't know why I keep it, I should probably pour it out Guess I've got to live without you now Cause I couldn't live without That beer in the fridge, last of 12 Sole survivor of my last all-nighter In the back of the bottom shelf It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk