Hey, hey
I was talking to you
So don't walk out
I wasn't through
Yeah, yeah
I know I let you down
But please, Oh please hear me out

You just called me
c lyin' sorry cheatin' S.O.B.
I thought to myself
What in the hell does she mean?
I know I ain't no saint,
but my momma ain't to blame

So I pondered for a bit
cnd I damn near had a fit
Over all the things
that could fit in that phrase
So without further ado
Here's a few words that are true
Turns out you might be more right
Than you think

CHORUS

Cause i'm a sorry old boyfriend
Singer of blues
Sinner on bad days
and a sipper of booze
I'm a stringer of big fish
and a slinger of broad heads
Yeah you could say
I'm an S.O.B.

I ain't usually the kind
To tell ya all that's on my mind
But hey here's to getting weight
off of my chest
When it comes to family
Ya don't fall far from the tree
Cause just like you,
Your mom's a no-good witch

But i'm a sorry old boyfriend
Singer of Blues
Sinner on bad days
and a sipper of booze
I'm a stringer of big fish
Slinger of broadheads
Yeah you could say
I'm an S.O.B.
But i'm a sorry old boyfriend
Singer of Blues
Sinner on bad days
and a sipper of booze
I'm a stringer of big fish
Slinger of broadheads
You can always say baby
I'm an S.O.B.

Oh yeah