Lyrics:

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. (Chorus) 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