Rising Tide – Alabama 3

I’m gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye
I’m gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye
I’m gonna drink it all down to the break down and cry
She left me this morning and I don’t know why

Oh Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide
Oh Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide

She left me this morning with a ‘Dear John’ note
Lying on the bedstead yeah, that’s all she wrote
She left me for another guy, I ain’t never never gonna know why
And now I can’t stop

Oh Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide
Oh Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide

Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide
Lord, I can’t stop this rising tide