Lyrics

I've got Florida sunshine in my windows
But I've got darkness in my eye
Left last nights bad decision on my doorstep
With any good thoughts I had on my mind

I don't recall what her name was
Her presence in my bed was a surprise
My wife will tour fist city if she finds us
I guess its time to tell some lies

I don't think she'll believe me
I'm fresh out of alibis
In her mind I'm already doin' time
For telling all them rot gut lies

I've got a black eye and a set of busted knuckles
But you should have seen the other guys
The paper said they've gone missing
I guess it's time to tell some lies

I don't think they'll believe me
I'm fresh out of alibis
Violent crime I'm already doin' time
For telling all them rot gut lies