(Josh Graham)
Five months ago you left me here without a single dime
You're doing fine and everything you own used to be mine

You left me stuck with all the bills and you've got all the land
I think by now it's safe to say I'm not a happy man
Well I hear you're livin' up on the hill with some guy that drives a

Porsche
And I'm still here in a beat up shack with a twenty year old horse
You stopped in here like we're good friends but I think you'd better go

I'm mad as hell but I'll hold back
'Cause there's something you should know
I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that a way

But I said all that I'm gonna say
So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight
Well I see you don't believe your ears but what I said is true

She's a pretty little brown-haired girl and she even cooks good too
She's got a heart of gold and treats me right
But if I were you I'd head

On outta here 'cause she hates you and she wishes you were dead
I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that a way
But I said all that I'm gonna say

So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight
'Cause I wouldn't hit you but my girlfriend might
I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that a way

But I said all that I'm gonna say
So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight
'Cause I wouldn't hit you but my girlfriend might

Oh yes she will