Five months ago ya left me here

Without a single dime.

Yer doin fine and everything

Ya own used to be mine.

Ya left me stuck with all the bills

An' you got all the land.

I think by now it's safe to say

I'm not a happy man.

I hear yer livin up on the hill

With some guy that drives a porsche.

And i'm still here in a beat up shack

With a twenty year old horse.

You stopped in here like we're good friends

But I think you better go.

I'm mad as hell but i'll hold back

Cause there's somethin you should know.

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I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't thata way

But i've said all that i'm gonna say.

So you better make tracks, ya better get out of sight

Cause i wouldn't hit ya but my girlfriend might.

Well I see ya don't believe your ears

But what I said is true.

She's a pretty little brown haired girl

and she even cooks good too.

She's got a heart of gold and treats me right

But if I were you i'd head

On out of here cause she hates you

And she wishes you was dead.

Chorus x 2

Oh yes she will