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She's Runnin'
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She's runnin' with a piece of my heart
I don't know what tore us apart
It could have been my rowdy old friends
Or comin' home late and I'm drunk again
But I'll, I'll sit in here and try to drink her away
There's no need to try to beg her to stay
'Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm puttin' her through
Now I'm sittin' here lookin' like a fool, singin'
I stumbled on in around about four
And there was a note on the kitchen floor
I guess she got tired of those endless nights
Comin' home drunk, and those endless fights
I think to myself, somethin' ain't right
Lookin' around, I done paid the price
She wrote in the note, she can't take it no more
She took my couch and my lazy boy
My huntin' boots that I bought last year
My bedroom suit had did done disappeared
She really made sure it would hurt a lot
She took the spare bed and the extra cot
She's still runnin', the police is comin'
So, officer, can you tell me somethin'?
The officer said, "I got heavy love"
She stole all of my stuff and my Chevy truck
She's runnin' with a piece of my heart
I don't know what tore us apart
It could have been my rowdy old friends
Or comin' home late and I'm drunk again
But I'll, I'll sit in here and try to drink her away
There's no need to try to beg her to stay
'Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm puttin' her through
Now I'm sittin' here lookin' like a fool, singin'
I know that she's wrong, I know that I'm right
I'm livin' alone, she's livin' the life
If I gotta pay after all that she done
It's me and my boys 'til the mornin' sun
You know how it gets when women get mad
It's hell on Earth, it gets pretty bad
People get hurt and things get thrown
You better get used to everything gone
Word gets around, she's onto me now
I'm gettin' her back for kickin' me out
The ring on her hand, it's out in the mud
And that could've saved me a few hundred bucks
All that I wanted was my old truck
But she took my keys and she blew it up
She rode up my stash I had in the back
If I catch her alone, I'm whoopin' her ass
She's runnin' with a piece of my heart
I don't know what tore us apart
It could have been my rowdy old friends
Or comin' home late and I'm drunk again
But I'll, I'll sit in here and try to drink her away
There's no need to try to beg her to stay
'Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm puttin' her through
Now I'm sittin' here lookin' like a fool, singin'
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