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
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
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
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
Oh yes she will