Can Down - Mike Ryan

Well, I just don’t get it

Hell, I just don’t see

How one five-foot-two blue-eyed girl

Could wreck a guy like me

So here I am on a back porch

It’s looking like I’m stuck

'Tween a case of Rolling Rock and a heartache

It’s gonna be the end of one of us

I pick one up, crack it up, and put it to my lips

I tip it back, take a sip, 'cause if

It’s gonna be my heart or these double Rs

Crushed up on the ground

Can down

She might have my UT hoodie

She got the last word in the goodbye

But I’m killing these cans 'cause I’ll be damned

If she’s gonna get my Saturday night

I pick one up, crack it up, and put it to my lips

I tip it back, take a sip, 'cause if

It’s gonna be my heart or these double Rs

Crushed up on the ground

Can down

Can down

There’s one more buried down deep in that ice

But I’m leaving no can left behind, so I

I pick one up, crack it up, and put it to my lips

I tip it back, take a sip, 'cause if

It’s gonna be my heart or these double Rs

Crushed up on the ground

Can down

Can down

(Can down

Can down)