What are we left with
When the tide comes
When the clock runs out
And the road runs on
You might not forget this
But you might have
When you walked on me
You walked out on us
Going to the smokehouse
Going there by myself
Going to the smokehouse
Don't want to see nobody else
Going to the smokehouse
By myself
Going to the smokehouse
By myself
I just don't get this
Would you mind, love?
With the summer rains
Comes push to shove
I never mentioned
But I might have said
If it wasn't for you, babe
I'd be better off dead
Better off dead
Going to the smokehouse
Going there by myself
Going to the smokehouse
I don't wanna see nobody else
Going to the smokehouse
By myself
Going to the smokehouse
Going by myself