| Little story about love gone wrong
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| Sometimes it ain’t pretty
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| Let me tell you about my baby
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| She walked in the room, clicked off the TV
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| Kicked her feet up on the chair
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| Said we’re headed in different directions
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| And one of us has gotta get out of here
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| She said, hey baby, let me make it easy
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| Or maybe baby we can work things out
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| She lip up a cig, said my bags are packed
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| And in two seconds flat like a jumpin' jack flash she’s gone
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| My baby ain’t coming back, no
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on a one-way track, y’all
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| My baby, she’s a hot tamale
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| My baby’s burning up the road
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| My baby done flip me the bird, no matter what you heard
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| She ain’t coming back, no
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| Nothing left but a cloud of dust
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| And tire tracks through the whole front yard
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| She might think I’ma coming to chase her
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| But she ain’t worth the miles I’d put on my car
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| She might be out in Oklahoma, maybe down in Arkansas
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| Maybe up in Ohio, bet she don’t know, it don’t hurt at all, y’all
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| My baby ain’t coming back, no
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on a one-way track, y’all
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| My baby, she’s a hot tamale
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| My baby’s burning up the road
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| My baby done flip me the bird, no matter what you heard
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| She ain’t coming back, no
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| Not her, I know her all too well
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| Wait, what’s that? |
| I think I hear a car coming up the drive
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| She done changed her mind, y’all
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| Wait, no, no, that’s just the boys yelling
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| Oh well, it is Saturday night, let me get my stick
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| You know sometimes things just turn out right
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| My baby ain’t coming back, no
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| My baby ain’t coming back
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| She’s got a one-way ticket on a one-way track, y’all
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| My baby, she’s a hot tamale
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| My baby’s burning up the road
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| My baby done flip me the bird, no matter what you heard
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| She ain’t coming back, no |