Got a death grip on this can
And I already killed a few
And just like my last beer
I'm empty, cold and blue

Sitting in this juke joint
In a cowboy-killer cloud
My head is north of Telluride
While it's all goin' south

I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof
Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge

It don't snow in Louisiana
But I wouldn't be surprised
If I crushed a couple more
There'd be a couple feet outside
Hell, it just might stick tonight

I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof
Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge

The good thing about rock bottom
Is up's the only way
I'm about to open up a can of healing this heartbreak

I ain't nowhere near the Rockies or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof
Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge
Sittin' 'round halfway up these mountains in a bar in Baton Rouge

I can't move a mountain
But I can sure as hell move on
Move on, move on, move on, move on
Move on, move on, hey