what are we left with
when the tide comes
when the clock runs out
and the road runs on

you might not forget this
but you might have
when you walked on me
and walked out on us

I'm going to the smokehouse
I'm going there by myself
I'm going to the smokehouse
Don't want to see nobody else

Going to the smokehouse.
By myself
Going to the smokehouse.
By myself

I just don't get this
Would you mind, love?
With the summer rains
Comes push to shove

I never mentioned
But i might have said
If it wasn't for you
I'd be better off dead

Better off dead.

I'm going to the smokehouse
I'm going there by myself
I'm going to the smokehouse
Don't want to see nobody else

Going to the smokehouse.
By myself
Going to the smokehouse.
By myself

Sticky & sweet with a touch of heat.