Corner Booth

Lyricist: Jimmy Robbins, Cole Swindell & Luke Bryan    Composer: Jimmy Robbins, Cole Swindell & Luke Bryan

Place is packed, having a blast
Take a sip, leave a tip, get to throwing them back
Nothing but a few beers, on my mind
Then the door swings open, I looked left
You in that red dress, dagger through my chest
There goes my good time

Where's a corner booth when I need one?
A little spot I can hide where the neon don't hit me
Making it easy for everyone to know you ain't here with me
All I want to find me is a waitress to pour me up a shot of
Forget this damn night, and everything we've ever done
Where's a corner booth when I need one?

It'd just make it worse, if you knew it hurt
And seen me sneaking out the backdoor now
Looks like I'll be hanging around
I try not to stare, or wonder if you care
Hell, I don't even know if you know I'm here
Or that I'm dodging you through the crowd

Where's a corner booth when I need one?
A little spot I can hide where the neon don't hit me
Making it easy for everyone to know you ain't here with me
All I want to find me is a waitress to pour me up a shot of
Forget this damn night, and everything we've ever done
Where's a corner booth when I need one?

Maybe one in the back with the sear torn
Where the smokes so thick you can't even see the dancefloor
Cause, I know you're on the dancefloor baby

Where's a corner booth, when I need one?
A little spot I can hide where the neon don't hit me
Making it easy for everyone to know you ain't here with me
All I want to find me is a waitress to pour me up a shot of
Forget this damn night, and everything we've ever done
I just wanna forget everything we done
Where's a corner booth when I need one?
When I need one