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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)