Little story about love gone wrong
Sometimes it ain't pretty
Let me tell you about my baby
She walked in the room, clicked off the tv
Kicked her feet up on the chair
Said we're headed in different directions
And one of us has gotta get out of here
She said hey baby let me make it easy
Oh maybe baby we can work things out
Slid off the six, said my bags are packed
And in two seconds flat like a jumpjack flash she's gone
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
She's got a one-way ticket on a one-way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby don't giving a bird about what she heard
She ain't coming back, no
Nothing left but a cloud of dust
And tire tracks through the whole front yard
She might think I'ma coming to chase her
But she ain't worth the miles I put on my car
She might be out in Oklahoma, maybe down in Arkansas
Maybe up in Ohio, bet she don't know, don't hurt it all y'all
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
She's got a one-way ticket on a one-way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby don't giving a bird about what she heard
She ain't coming back, no
Not her, I know her all too well
Wait, what's that? I think I hear a car coming up the drive
She done changed her mind, y'all
Wait, no, no that's just the boys yelling
Oh well, it is Saturday night, let me get my stick
You know sometimes things just turn out right
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
She's got a one-way ticket on a one-way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby don't giving a bird about what she heard
She ain't coming back, no
compositores: Bruce Wallace, Brian White
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