He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue half a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that girl was gone.
All I can say is, "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."
(**) Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass. I hop she's happy with him. Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in. I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill, Not against her will, an' i've got time to kill, Down in Brokenheartsville.
It was long on chrom, sittin' in the lot. An' fire engine red,
that thing was hot. He revved it up, she waved goodbye.
Well, love's gone to hell and so have I.
(**)
Like many Country songs, this is about heartache. The narrator's girl has found another man. He says their love has gone to hell, and so as he. Now he's drinking beer in a bar at a town called "Brokenheartsville."
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