Lyrics:

I tried to make a small town outta you
You tried to take the small town outta me
Your friends and my momma were right about me and you
We were just a buncha T-R-O-U-B-L-E
So this is gone for good, gone like we should
A God hella long time ago, so
I ain't gonna chase you out driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean
Now don't you go tapping on your brake lights
Like you having second thoughts, hell nah, it ain't gotta be
Tears in my beer and on your pillow sad story
We were wrong from the first Miller Lite
Girl, here's to our freedom, God knows the leaving's
All we got left to get right, yeah, we do
If you don't call three weeks from now when you're drunk
I won't say I miss you when I pick it up, oh no
If you don't roll my name through the dirt around town
I'ma keep your best friends' red lips off my mouth
Ain't like we got a whole lot left to lose
Let's call it off and call it a truce
I ain't gonna chase you out driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean
Now don't you go tapping on your brake lights
Like you having second thoughts, hell no, it ain't gotta be
Tears in my beer and on your pillow sad story
We were wrong from the first Miller Lite
Girl, here's to our freedom, God knows the leaving's
All we got left to get right
Everybody
Oh, yeah
Gone for good, gone like we should
A God hella long time ago, so
I ain't gonna chase you out driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean
Now don't you go tapping on your brake lights
Like you having second thoughts, hell no, it ain't gotta be
Tears in my beer and on your pillow sad story
We were wrong from the first Miller Lite
Girl, here's to our freedom, God knows the leaving's
All we got left to get right