Description
In this case, the broken heart behaves suspiciously cheerfully: the wheels are turning, the music is playing, and the tequila is flowing without the slightest hint of drama. In every chorus, you can hear a slight chuckle - well, someone seriously decided that his departure destroyed the universe. But in reality, there isn't even a dent left: dancing with cowboys continues, pickups still serve faithfully, and the smell of cigarettes only makes you want to open the window, not suffer. Sometimes the loudest “I don't care” sounds just like that - with rhythm, a smirk, and very lively stubbornness.
Co-directors and producers Chris Ashley and Sam Aldrich
Lyrics and translation
Original
So let me get this straight.
When I'm at a stoplight, you think you're on my mind.
And every time a jukebox plays a heartbreak song, you think that I walked out.
You think I'm crashing and burning, you think my tires ain't turning, you think you ruined everything I like.
But I still have a Silverado I can climb in.
And there's tequila that I'm 'bout to put to my lips.
I still love a two-step with a cowboy in that bar I bet you think I'm hitting now, boy.
I think it's funny how you think that I can smell a cigarette without a memory of you and me burning through my head.
Like you wrecked me, did some damage. You think you broke my heart, but it ain't even bent.
You didn't leave a dent.
You didn't even leave a dent.
Honestly, I'm impressed with your level of confidence, if that's what we're calling it.
I bet your mama says that it wasn't your fault and goodbye was my loss.
I bet you think your boots ain't filled already.
There's a lot of boys in line with a spot in this Chevy Silverado I can climb in. And there's tequila that I'm 'bout to put to my lips.
I still love a two-step with a cowboy in that bar I bet you think I'm hitting now, boy.
I think it's funny how you think that I can smell a cigarette without a memory of you and me burning through my head. Like you wrecked me, did some damage.
You think you broke my heart, but it ain't even bent. You didn't leave a dent.
You didn't even leave a dent.
Oh-whoa, yeah.
You think I'm crashing and burning, you think my tires ain't turning, you think you ruined everything I like.
You think the liquor ain't working, you think I'm lonely and hurting, you think
I'm sleeping alone tonight. But I just found a Silverado I can climb in.
And there's tequila that I'm 'bout to put to my lips.
I still love a two-step with a cowboy in that bar I bet you think I'm hitting now, boy.
I think it's funny how you think that I can smell a cigarette without a memory of you and me burning through my head. Like you wrecked me, did some damage.
You think you broke my heart, but it ain't even bent. You didn't leave a dent.
You didn't even leave a dent. Oh no.
Nah, didn't leave a dent.