Before I woke up this morning, I done knew where you were You hid the keys in my car, smoked my last cigarette That good for nothing mother truckin' son of a gun I need to know her name cause I could tell you which one You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Betty's thinkin' that I'm cryin', couldn't be more wrong He done got his ass kicked out, he did it all on his own I took every last bit and threw it out in the grass He can pick up his *** if he ever comes back You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Honey, you've done me a favor and I ain't angry with you Babe, there's millions of Tulsas and you'll be singin' this soon I hate to break it to you, but you're bound to find out He's a real P.O.S. and he's your problem now You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Went back to Tulsa