Well, I been all over this country
Drank ten thousand shots down
But no matter which county I start drinking in
I always end up in the same town
It starts when I'm alone or with company
With a bottle of Jack or Crown
It ends the same way every time
With my tab run up, and my face flat down
I'm not going to Austin or Tuscon
Not Going to Galilee
I'm going to Faceplant City
Population : me.
In all the bars they know me
In the drunk tank they yell my name
When I'm carried in, my suit creased and stained
Oblivious to my shame
My girl, she begged me last weekend
To go straight and be her husband
Faceplant City called, and she'd never been there
So I knew that she couldn't understand