I put ten men
between you and me
And I done the walk of shame
Till I got sore feet
But I ain't far enough away
from your memory
Looks like it's gonna take ten more
To set me free

Add em up. Line em out
I'm down for the count
I won't stop until I hit
Just the right amount
You left me far behind
And I can't stop cryin
Add em up
I'm down for the count

I put ten Jacks
Between you and me
And at least ten more
Of Johnny and Beam
But I ain't drank myself blind
Cause you're still all I see
Looks like it's gonna take
Ten more to set me free

Add em up. Line em out
I'm down for the count
I won't stop until I hit
Just the right amount
You left me far behind
And I can't stop cryin
Add em up
I'm down for the count

I put eight hundred miles
Between you and me
Burned through two sets of tires
And two tanks of gasoline
But I ain't where I need to be
Cause I'm still on lonely street
Looks like it's gonna take ten more
To set me free

Add em up. Line em out
I'm down for the count
I won't stop until I hit
Just the right amount
You left me far behind
And I can't stop cryin
Add em up
I'm down for the count"