She said Andy you're better than your past,
â¨winked at me and drained her glass,
â¨cross-legged on the barstool, like nobody sits anymore.
â¨She said Andy you're taking me home,
â¨but I knew she planned to sleep alone.
â¨I'd carry her to bed and sweep up the hair from the floor
â¨â¨If I hadd fucked her before she got sick
â¨I'd never hear the end of it
â¨she don't have the spirit for that now
â¨â¨We drink these drinks and laugh out loud,
â¨bitch about the weekend crowd,
â¨and try to ignore the elephant somehow
â¨somehow
â¨â¨She said Andy you crack me up,
â¨Seagrams in a coffee cup,
â¨sharecropper eyes and her hair almost all gone.
â¨When she was drunk she made cancer jokes,
â¨she made up her own doctor's notes,
â¨surrounded by her family, I saw that she was dying alone. â¨
â¨I'd sing her classic country songs
â¨and she'd get high and sing along.
â¨She don't have much voice to sing with now
â¨â¨We'd burn these joints in effegy,
â¨cry about what we used to be,
â¨and try to ignore the elephant somehow.
â¨Somehow â¨
â¨I buried her a thousand times,
â¨giving up my place in line,
â¨but I don't give a damn about that now
â¨â¨There's one thing that's real clear to me,
â¨no one dies with dignity.
â¨We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.
â¨We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.
â¨We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.
â¨Somehow.
â¨Somehow.