There′s a big detour down third street

So I had to drive up yours

And I flipped your house a birdSquealed 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 nah

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

And she keeps bringing up yours

Let it rain I pour

Y′ain't mine no more

I thought whisky′s 'sposed 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

And she keeps bringing up yours

Let it rain I pour

Y'ain′t mine no more

I thought whisky's ′sposed to drown a memory

But it just keeps on stirring 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

Of all the songs the band can play

There they go crankin′ up yours

Ran into your friend old what′s her name

And she keeps bringing up yours

Let it rain I pour

Y'ain′t mine no more

I thought whisky's ′sposed to drown a memory

But it just keeps on stirring up yours

I hope I'm messing up yours

Up yours