© [2026] [Chase Stringfield/ C-String] All Rights Reserved. Lyrics by Chase Stringfield - Two Sheets In The Wind- Somebody take my keys, Somebody take my phone, Somebody tell me I was right I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Bar collecting fees, no card to charge Everybody here's my best friend And nobody's got my address Plein comme une barrique Say it now before it wears the hell off I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Tomorrow I'll be on the run, but I'm not done Shirt and shoes in my hand, head full of knots Telly about to die and I'm still typing to you Ate a quick trip snack like it was church Told the cashier I love her, and I meant it too A friend of a friend driving, I'm in the back Head out the window like a flag, half mass Everything's funny, alcohol speaks truth And my wallets around here somewhere, it'll find me too I didnt hit send, but it sent once Now it says Delivered and I say oh bad choice I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Bar collecting fees, no card to charge Everybody here's my best friend And nobody's got my address Plein comme une barrique Say it now before it wears the hell off I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Tomorrow I'll be on the run, but I'm not done Au vent, au vent, au vent, au vent Bartender's name is John, or Shane, or Dean Said he's seen worse, said go chug some cold water I wrote your name in pencil on a napkin Then wiped my hands on it, real poetic Laughing at nothing, then argue at the same nothing Ten minutes apart, same story You always said I get honest when I slur Guess Im sure, I've been honest all night Somebody take my keys, somebody take my phone Somebody tell me I was right I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Bar collecting fees, no card to charge Everybody here's my best friend And nobody's got my address Plein comme une barrique Say it now before it wears the hell off I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Tomorrow I'll be on the run, but I'm not done Televisions on, I bet I left it on Neighbor yelling like I owe him money My shirts the color of sweet tea Maybe I'm just loose, all because of you I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent Bar collecting fees, no card to charge Everybody here's my best friend And nobody's got my address Plein comme une barrique Say it now before it wears the hell off I'm two sheets in the wind Au vent, au vent, au vent And I'm done
