Reasons - Marty Stuart

It was the perfect excuse to get drunk

As if lately I’ve needed one

It Was the perfect excuse to buy bullets

For the barrel of my favorite gun

It was the perfect way to show you

How it feels inside of me

And the perfect way to find out

How it feels to set me free

Reasons

I keep looking for reasons

I thought that I had loved you

I did the best I could

Reasons

I keep looking for reasons

I lost the reason for me living

And that just ain’t no good

I know that three’s a crowded room

But really, this won’t take long

I want to meet the man, help him to understand

What he did when he broke up our home

And I’ll be going now to a place I know

That’s deep, dark and quiet

Away from pain and the undying shame

Of me and my unfaithful wife

Reasons

I keep looking for reasons

I thought that I had loved you

I did the best I could

Reasons

I keep looking for reasons

I lost the reason for me living

And that just ain’t no good

I lost the reason for me living

And that just ain’t no good