Better Than My Heart - Luke Bryan

I'm feeling kind of banged up Slow out of the bed

Neon noise and honky-tonk wine ringing in my head

Last night I saw your car

I overheard your name

Pulled my hat down low

Wouldn't want you to know

I was in this shape

Now these old beer bones

Are like a rusty old plow

These cigarette eyes are 'Bout to burn out

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile

The soles on my boots have walked their last mile

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

You filled it with your love

Then you drained it out

Sometimes I think you built it up Just to break it down

Now all that's really left Is an emptiness inside

A river running cold

Memories growing old Dying right there on the vine

Now these old beer bones

Are like a rusty old plow

These cigarette eyes are 'Bout to burn out

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile

The soles on my boots have walked their last mile

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

Now these old beer bones

Are like a rusty old plow

These cigarette eyes are 'Bout to burn out

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile

The soles on my boots have walked their last mile

But they're still doing better

Better than my heart

Yeah they're still doing better

Better than my heart Better than my heart