Before I woke up this morning I done knew where he went He hid the keys to my car Smoked my last cigarette Well that good for nothing Mother truckin' son of a gun I don't need to know her name 'Cause I can tell you which one
He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin' Couldn't be more wrong He done got his ass kicked out He did that all on his own I took every last bit And threw it out in the grass He can pick up his shit If he ever comes back
He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa
Hun, you done me a favor And I ain't angry with you Babe, there's millions of Tulsas And you'll be singin' this soon I hate to break it to ya But you're 'bout to find out He's a real POS And he's your problem now
He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean He went back to TulsaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
