He came home from a party so he just party on

He went down to the bedroom try to turn the misses on

But she said hey now listen close to what I have to say

I ain't goanna make love to you I don't even know your name

Last night I was a stranger with a bottle in his hand

I took a zip then another one it was mighty hard to stand

She woke me up next morning and I still had a bottle of beer

She said good morning darling and goodbye my dear

She closed the door behind her as she walked out on me

Her footsteps walking down the hall spoke powerful words to me

My head hurts like a fraud train I can't remember a thing

Then I saw the bottle on the pillow next to her golden ring