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Text: Gary Allan. Alright Guy. I'm Doin' My Best.

Single six months yesterday
Thought I oughta celebrate
So I went down to grab a couple of beers

And I got so drunk, I ripped my pants
I asked the bouncer for a dance
I thanked him as he threw me out
I woke up at a waffle house
With a shiner and a wild brunette
She don't know my real name yet
Well no, I ain't over you

But I'm doin' my best
Every day an' every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't find some peace of mind
I'll take what I can get
I ain't doin' much good
But I'm doin' my best

And I decided I'd get smart
And have a long talk with my heart
At some quiet spot outside of town

So I took my best friend's Pontiac
I drove it like a maniac
Right into the reservoir
I guess we ain't best friends no more
Just my luck a cop came by
Who I beat up in junior high
He said I better have a good excuse

I said I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't find some peace of mind
I'll take what I can get
I ain't doin' much good
But I'm doin' my best

Some day I just might join the human race again
If I can ever find a place to show my face again
Yea, yea
I'm doin' my best

I said I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't find some peace of mind
I'll take what I can get
I ain't doin' much good
But I'm doin' my best
I'm doin' my best
I'm doin' my best