I was listening to some songs by Patty Smyth/Scandal, and just spontaneously had the idea for the chorus. It is definitely an American country western song in style.
I just hate to say How much I feel like a bad cliché. That faithful girl that would love me forever Went and left me for another. Sometimes I’m so mad, Then I’m feeling everything but glad. Though she double-crossed me sweetly like a traitor, Just can’t bring myself to hate her. Have too much time to think And not enough to drink. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. They just won’t drown Thinking one love’s true Might get the best of you. So now I smell like beer and last week’s sweat, Caught in a whirlpool of regret. Have too much time to think And not enough to drink. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. They just won’t drown I’m glad it’s Friday. I’ll probably drink-off Saturday. If I’m not blind or dead, I’ll see the Pastor To get me through this disaster. Have too much time to think And not enough to drink. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. Some sorrows just don’t drown. They just won’t drown. They just won’t drown.
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