Cold Case - Jameson Rodgers

A 24-pack of them Rocky Mountain mile-highs sittin' on ice

A bunch of bottle caps are scattered on the porch

Gonna have a few more 'fore that sun comes around

There’s nothing else I can do

Sit right here and try to figure out

What the hell I’ma do

No tire marks peeling out of the drive

No goodbye, no salty heart-broke tears

No fingerprints on a slamming door

No evidence you were ever here

You disappeared without a trace

So I’m drinking beer, working on a cold case

I’ve tried going out

I’ve tried to find you in a bar

And your car ain’t parked at your mama’s house

You ain’t picking up the phone and your friends don’t know

Or they’re just telling lies

Covering up for you

I’m here at the scene of the crime

But still ain’t got a clue

No tire marks peeling out of the drive

No goodbye, no salty heart-broke tears

No fingerprints on a slamming door

No evidence you were ever here

You disappeared without a trace

So I’m drinking beer, working on a cold case

'Till I know why you left

Or 'till you come back I guess

It’s gonna be a cold case

No tire marks peeling out of the drive

No goodbye, no salty heart-broke tears

No fingerprints on a slamming door

No evidence you were ever here

You disappeared without a trace

So I’m drinking beer, working on a cold case

Yeah I’m working on a cold case