— Junior Sisk
All you ever talk about's how bad you got it here,
Say that all I ever do is sit here drinking beer.
But if you'd listen to yourself, you might just drink one too,
You say you wanna leave me, well here's your chance to follow through.
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I called your Mama, so you'd have a place to stay,
And there's some money packed inside your old suitcase.
You won't have to worry, or wonder what to do,
I packed your bags and did the leaving for you.
After twenty years of fightin', we just couldn't make it work,
No matter what I'd do for you, it only gets worse.
The car is all gassed up, and darlin' here's the key,
It's time for me to start over, and time for you to leave.
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