I Just Can't Go On Dying Like This - George Strait

I’m driving in my car alone

You called me on the telephone

How many times will it take till I’m convinced

That you’re using me, I’m just a used-to-be

It’s a lie, I know it’s a lie

But I just can’t go on dying like this

Can I see you tonight

Baby I’ll act just like you want me to

Or is that just exactly what I’m not supposed to do?

I’ll just stop in here, have a glass of beer

I’m just a fool I guess

But I just can’t go on dying like this

Here I am again, it’s 4 a.

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I think I’ll play that song again

The one called «I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry»

And I’ll wonder where you are tonight

I don’t know, I just don’t know

But I just can’t go on dying like this

I’ll just stop in here, have a glass of beer

I’m just a fool I guess

But I just can’t go on dying like this

Lord knows I just can’t go on dying like this