Lyrics:

by Dickey Betts and Johnn Neel
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Chorus:
Aint that low down, low down dirty mean
The way youve been treatin me,
Beats all Ive ever seen.
I loaned you my brand new car,
Said you was goin for a Sunday drive,
Yeah, here it is now four days later,
I dont know if you are dead or alive,
I got on the telephone this morning,
Put the word out on the street,
And I heard you was down in Memphis,
With a big man in the drivers seat.
Chorus
Got me a hidin in the bushes,
Peekin in the window pane,
Shadow moves along the wall,
I know youre in there with another man,
Tried to get in the front door,
Went around to the back door too,
I believe youve got a side track man in there,
Making my sweet love to you.
Chorus
Makin my last proclamation,
Gonna lay it on the line,
Baby Im runnin out of patience,
And you are runnin out of time,
Tired of all of your mean things,
And all your dirty tricks,
If I ever turn on you baby,
Youre gonna be in some kind of fix.
Chorus (twice)
Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh!