Well the
Why don't you look me in the face
I've been
For cover
Why don't you spend me another game
Heaven knows you're the kind of lady
That could shoot me in the foot
And take all of my possessions
And then hit me with the boot
Godd**nit y'all
They've been living by the case
I've been
Heaven knows
Why don't you leave me down in Gainseville