Craig Campbell Lotta Good That Does Me Now
I didn’t know where I was when I woke up
With a headache and a black eye
In the bed of my old truck
I wish I’d made myself go home last night
Instead of closing that bar down
And starting that damn fight
I learned whiskey just don’t mix
With my smart mouth
What good is shoulda known better
Once you’ve done what you shoulda never done at all
What’s the use in all that knowin’
When looking back won’t change nothin’
And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
It’s like finding your keys
Once you bust your window out
Now all my friends been blowing up my phone
It ain’t like me to act like that
But then again they know she’s gone
I think I finally screwed up good this time
Cause I’m sorry and, baby, don’t go
Never even crossed my mind
At least, not until her taillights faded out
What good is shoulda known better
Once you’ve done what you shoulda never done at all
What’s the use in all that knowin’
When looking back won’t change nothin’
And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
It’s like finding your keys
Once you bust your window out
Yeah, what’s the use in all that knowin’
When looking back won’t change nothin’
And it’s too late for you to do a thing about
It’s like changing your ways
Once your chances done run out
I wish I’d made myself go home last night
