Three Candles

Take it away
 I can't stand to see
 You holding him the way you held me
 Was bound to taste right
 It was bound to be brief
 And as for me babe
 I guess I'm bound to leave
 Fall to the floor
 Your stain on my jeans
 Three hundred miles between me and Orleans
 I'll think of you babe
 I give you my word
 I'll think of you babe while I'm kissing her
 Because Leanne cut ties
 And Jaybird split town
 And Dally says I shouldn't be hanging around
 So what's there to hope?
 And who's there to please?
 And what's there to love on long nights like these?
 Oh who's there to love on dead long nights like these?
 A [?] shutter eye
 Straight to the head
 And three candles lit at the Royal Frenchman
 It's hard to recall just what I said wrong
 It's hard to recall why you wanted me gone
 So are you passing out? Or are you leaning in?
 That wasted farewell I'm too drunk to pretend
 That you gave him your hand you sweet Southern Belle
 But all that you had to give me was hell
 Oh all that you had to give me was hell
 So take it away
 I can't stand to see
 You kissing him like the way you kiss me
 He's bound to taste right
 He's bound to make sense
 But he'll never kiss you the way that I did
 No, he'll never kiss you the way that I did