Before I woke up this morning
I done knew where he went
He hid the keys to my car
Smoked my last cigarette
Well that good for nothing
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 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 that all on his own
I took every last bit
And threw it out in the grass
He can pick up his shit
If he 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 gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa

Hun, 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 POS
And he's your problem now

He went back to Tulsa
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 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 gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa