Be Better for the Next Guy

Verse 1 I’m three whiskeys deep, flingin’ darts at the back wall, Laughin’ at your name etched on my shot glass. No more lonely nights curled up by the telephone— I’ve found new roads past the diner where we fought. Chorus So here’s to you, sweeter than cherry pie— Hope he buys those roses you let wither and die. When he’s pourin’ out his heart baby-blue, don’t make him cry— Be better for the next guy. Verse 2 I’ll catch her eye across the bar when the jukebox spins our song, She’ll think you’re heaven ’til your lies come undone. I’ll lift her up with shots of bourbon ’til she’s singin’ along, While you learn too late how to love someone. Chorus (variation) So here’s to you, spicier than a jalapeño— Hope he feels the jagged scars you left on my chest. When he’s pouring out his soul, don’t put it to the test— Be better for the next guy. Verse 3 Saw you last weekend at the state fair midway, Your eyes lit up just like they did back then. He wore that nervous grin I know all too well— You led him ’round like he was your only friend. One prayer for that poor boy’s all I’ve got to give— May you hold his hand tighter than you ever held mine. Bridge And if he wakes up cold in your empty bed, Or finds your lipstick stains on someone else instead, Tell him to head back to this Tennessee roadhouse— Where broken hearts learn how to lose and forget. Final Chorus So here’s to you, sweeter than a Georgia peach— Don’t leave him sobbin’ under that big open sky. When he’s layin’ down his love, make sure you don’t lie— Be better for the next guy.