Verse 1:
To the bag packed, first love leaver
The heart cracked, double down dreamer,
The homesick, the grass thats greener
And a slice of momma's peach pie
Verse 2:
To the flat broke, couch cushion gas money,
Worker bee that aint gettin no honey,
Missin someone all the while running
Gunnin for the brighter lights
Chorus:
Here's to the break ups that didn't break us,
Break down wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Hear a song from a band that saves ya
Man, it's a hittin rock bottom, smoke em if ya got em,
Nothings goin right
Makin the best of the worst day kinda night
Verse 3:
We've all got a number we don't wanna drunk dial
And a good friend we aint seen in a while
And a slow dance left in these boots and a chance at puttin down new roots
Chorus:
Here's to the break ups that didn't break us,
The break down wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Hear a song from a band that saves ya
Man, it's a hittin rock bottom, smoke em if ya got em,
Nothings goin right
Makin the best of the worst day kinda night
**Music plays**
Here's to the break ups that didn't break us,
The break down wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Meet a girl outside Atlanta
Man, when it's hittin rock bottom, smoke em if ya got em,
Nothings goin right
Just singin along with your drink raised
Pretty little blonde things look your way
Makin the best of the worst day kinda night
Yeah it's makin the best of the worst day kinda night
ooooooooohhh
Here's to the break up
It's that kinda night
Lyrics Submitted by Heather Smith-Lil Bit