"The Nail" lyrics

White picket dream, porch and a swing
Coulda tacked my last name on the mailbox
Held the frames down the hall, man, I thought
Woulda been strong enough to hang my hat on

She drove it home with a cold cold word
I'm on the sharp end of the hurt

'Cause she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning
I set fire to my last chance
Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain
I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands
Lie by lie I let her down
And dug my grave in some heartbreak ground
She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight
She hit it on the head when she said goodbye

Wish there was one in the road to slow her roll
Pull that Bronco over to the shoulder
All that she left was a hole in my chest
And sorries that I never told her

Yeah, she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning
I set fire to my last chance
Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain
I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands
Lie by lie I let her down
Dug my grave in some heartbreak ground
She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight
She hit it on the head when she said goodbye

Last straw, she drew that line
Looking back now, even I know why

'Cause she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning
I set fire to my last chance
Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain
I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands
Lie by lie I let her down
Dug my grave in some heartbreak ground
She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight
She hit it on the head when she said goodbye