Lyrics:

Five months ago ya left me hereWithout a single dime.Yer doin fine and everythingYa own used to be mine.Ya left me stuck with all the billsAn' you got all the land.I think by now it's safe to sayI'm not a happy man.I hear yer livin up on the hillWith some guy that drives a porsche.And i'm still here in a beat up shackWith a twenty year old horse.You stopped in here like we're good friendsBut I think you better go.I'm mad as hell but i'll hold backCause there's somethin you should know.(Chorus)I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't thata wayBut i've said all that i'm gonna say.So you better make tracks, ya better get out of sightCause i wouldn't hit ya but my girlfriend might.Well I see ya don't believe your earsBut what I said is true.She's a pretty little brown haired girland she even cooks good too.She's got a heart of gold and treats me rightBut if I were you i'd headOn out of here cause she hates youAnd she wishes you was dead.Chorus x 2Oh yes she will