Brokenheartsville - Joe Nichols

He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.

Sweet-talkin forked tongue haf a temptin charm.

Before I turned around, that girl was gone.

All I can say is: bartender, pour me somethin strong.

Heres to the past, they can kiss my glass.

I hope shes happy with him.

Heres to the girl, who wrecked my world,

That angel who did me in.

I think the devil drives a coupe de ville.

I watched em drive away over the hill,

Not against her will, an Ive got time to kill,

Down in brokenheartsville.

It was long on chrome, sittin in the lot.

An fire engine red, that thing was hot.

He revved it up, she waved goodbye.

Well, loves gone to hell and so have i.

Heres to the past, they can kiss my glass.

I hope shes happy with him.

Heres to the girl, who wrecked my world,

That angel who did me in.

I think the devil drives a coupe de ville.

I watched em drive away over the hill,

Not against her will, an Ive got time to kill,

Down in brokenheartsville.

Heres to the past, they can kiss my glass.

I hope shes happy with him.

Heres to the girl, who wrecked my world,

That angel who did me in.

I think the devil drives a coupe de ville.

I watched em drive away over the hill,

Not against her will, an Ive got time to kill,

Down in brokenheartsville.