I tried to make a small town out of you
You tried to take the small town out of me
Your friends and my mama were right about me and you
We were just a bunch of T-R-O-U-B-L-E So this is gone for good,
gone like we should've
Gone a hell of a long time ago, so
I ain't gonna chase you out the driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean
Now don't you go choppin' on your brake
lights Like you're havin' second thoughts,
hell no
It ain't gotta be
Tears in my veins,
and on your pillow sad story We were wrong from the first Miller line
Girl,
here's to our freedom,
God knows the leavin's on We got left to get right
Yeah, we do
If
you don't come three weeks from now when you're drunk
I won't say I miss you when I pick it up If
you don't run my name through the dirt around
town I'm gonna keep your best friend's red lips
off my mouth Ain't like we got a whole lot left to lose
Call it off and call it a truce
I ain't gonna chase you out the driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean
Now don't you go choppin' on your brake
lights Like you're havin' second thoughts,
hell no
It ain't gotta be Tears in my veins,
and on your pillow sad story
We were wrong from the first Miller line
Girl,
here's to our freedom,
God knows the leavin's on We got left to get right
Ain't that right?
Oh yeah
Gone for good,
gone like I shoulda
Got a hill a long time ago,
so I ain't gonna chase you out the driveway
Say a bunch of what I don't mean Now
don't you go choppin' on your brake lights
Like you're havin' second thoughts,
hell no It ain't gotta be
Tears in my veins,
and on your pillow sad story We were wrong from the first Miller line
Girl,
here's to our freedom,
God knows the leavin's on We got left to get right