A D
Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man
A
Now she says this ain?t worth dyin? for
B E
She?s had all she can stand
A D
She?s boxed up momma?s china, it?s loaded on the truck
A E A
She?s just got started packin, and I?m thinkin? this could suck
F#m B D A
Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar
F#m B D E
Here comes her big sister, what?s she doin? in my car
F#m B D
As they drive off to the city I just waved
F#m B E
From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say.
D
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
A
You can?t be gone fast enough
E A
What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust
D A
This?ll make my girlfriend happy she?s the one
F#m
That never thought you would
D B
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
D E A
Let us pray you?re gone for good.
D A F#m D B D E A
F#m B D A
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she?ll be back
F#m B D E
I?ll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein? down a 24-pack
F#m B D
She?ll cuss me like a sailor, but I don?t care
F#m B E
I?ll have a few choice words when I come up for air.
Chorus:
D B
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
D E A
Let us pray you?re gone for good.