Tulsa

Before I woke up this mornin', I done knew where he went He hid the keys to my car, smoked my last cigarette Well, that good-for-nothin' mothertruckin' son of a gun I don't need to know her name 'cause I can tell you which one He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front You're gonna know what I mean Bet he'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 shit if hе ever comes back He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front You're gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa Hon, you 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 ya, but you're 'bout to find out He's a real P-O-S and he's your problem now He went back to Tulsa (where'd he go?) Put some miles on that adios Tacoma You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front You're gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front You're gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa (whoo, whoo) (I hope he stays there)