She got her last check, took the apron off her neckHung it up, grabbed her stuff, headed out to the truckShe finally had enoughShe took the black top down to the truck stopBought a map, ball cap, bag of Fritos in her lifePush and come to showOoh, she finally understoodOoh, you gotta get while the getting's goodOn the very same day, couple hundred miles awayA guy gets a mystery text from the crazy psychoShe said, I'm coming byOh, Lord have mercyGrabbed his boots, grabbed his socksWishing he had changed the locksRunning through the neighbor's yardHits a sprinkler, goes down hardPraying he gets out aliveOoh, I guess he understoodOoh, you gotta get while the getting's goodWhen you feel those four walls start to getting too smallCash it in right away, hang yourself up on the fenceRoll again, make like a prairie windOoh, I guess they understoodOoh, you gotta get while the getting's goodOoh, I guess they understoodOoh, you gotta get while the getting's goodDon't you be looking backTime to goOh, yeah