| I woke up this morning, hungover all alone
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| Went to fix a cup of coffee, but the coffee pot was gone
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| Thought the world was ending, and I got left behind
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| But all that really happened was she meant it this time
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| Now she’s southbound, loaded down up to the top
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| I’m just sitting here in this empty box
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| She took my ride, took my pride, all the whiskey I drank
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| She took my 3030, took them dirty dishes from the sink
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| Guess I’ll stare at the square where our pictures used to be
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| 'Cause all she left was me
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| Well, I’d put on some records, hell, try and get her gone
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| But I ain’t got a needle or a groove to drop it on
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| Guess the silver line is ain’t gotta lock my door
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| You can’t steal what ain’t hear anymore
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| Took my cigars, my guitar, even took my dog
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| She took the mail, took the white-tailed buck off my wall
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| So I’m sitting here now where the couch used to be
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| 'Cause all she left was me
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| Yeah, that’s right, all she left (Woo!)
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| I’d clean up my act, but she took the broom
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| She better hope her next man’s got a whole lot of room
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| She took my ride, took my pride, took my new flatscreen
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| She took the girl of my dreams out the songs that I sing
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| I guess I’ll stare at the square where our pictures used to be
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| 'Cause all she left was me, yeah
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| Man, if I could find my wallet, I’d go drown in a drink
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| But all she left was me, yeah, that’s right
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| All she left, all she left
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| All she left was me (Woo!)
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| All she left, all she left
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| All she left was me, yeah |