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)