1 day she said to me - "boy, your drinkin' days are through"
The 2nd time she told me that, you know i hadn't seen it through
After 3 drinks of whiskey, i'd had by noon the next day
Came the 4th time i'd watched that girl pack up and walk away
There's strength in numbers, my mama said to me
But i don't think she meant that i should take my shots in 3's
She meant you keep your friends close and your enemies closer
'Cause your enemy might be you
And if you've got a good gal, don't you forget now
You'd better treat her like you used to do
5 is how many years she put up with my shit
I'm gonna use these here 6 guitar strings to write a sad, drunk, country hit
Well 7 might be your lucky number, it ain't been so lucky for me
She burned all 7 of my western shirts in the yard like a pile of leaves
It's been 8 days now since she left, and i guess i'm still alive
9 times a million is how many tears i've cried
There's strength in numbers, my mama said to me
But i don't think she meant that i should be takin' my shots in 3's
She meant you keep your friends close and your enemies closer
'Cause your enemy might be you
And if you've got a good gal, don't you forget now
You'd better treat her like you used to do
If you've got a good gal, don't you forget now
You'd better treat her like you used to do