A D
I was almost 5 and four foot high when my mama packed me up
E A E
Me and brother left that two room shack on the north side of Fort Worth
A D
Now, my old man he'd been drinkin hard, he tried to hang on to the car
E D
Mama just lit her up a cigarette and drug is ass through the yard
A D
Adios baby here is where the leavin turns to gone
E
This is all she wrote and I'm all out of notes
A
To your sad Hank Williams song
A D
Now my mama raised me that it's better to be pissed off
Than to be pissed on
E E
Adios baby, here's where the leavin turns to gone
Yea, well I married me this Dallas girl up where love don't come free
It didn't take too long to figure out she loved Wal-Mart more than me
Spent too much time worryin' about some thing I could not change
Then a goodbye note to a favorite fur coat and I stepped inside the rain
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