I never meant to kick your mouth
I was afraid, I didn't want to hear
We would never get attached
Now here we are tied at the head
Love was like driving south?
And wind up with Cottonmouth
Abigail, knows Birmingham like
The back of a handsome man
All curves leading nowhere
When she gets bored sometimes,
She'll follow them around for a while
And try to believe they're
She says "wasn't it you who said
"Love was like driving south?"
And wind up with cottonmouth
You poured out your heart,
Now I'm just feeling sick
The scenery keeps changing,
But the same sad plot keeps repeating
And I always wind up leaving you
who said love was useless?
I think it might have been me,
Who said love was like driving south
We start out thirsty, Abigail
We always start out thirsty
Yeah, we start out thirsty
And wind up with cottonmouth