Lyrics:

Five months ago ya left me here
Without a single dime.
Yer doin fine and everything
Ya own used to be mine.

Ya left me stuck with all the bills
An' you got all the land.
I think by now it's safe to say
I'm not a happy man.

I hear yer livin up on the hill
With some guy that drives a porsche.
And i'm still here in a beat up shack
With a twenty year old horse.

You stopped in here like we're good friends
But I think you better go.
I'm mad as hell but i'll hold back
Cause there's somethin you should know.

(Chorus)
I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't thata way
But i've said all that i'm gonna say.
So you better make tracks, ya better get out of sight
Cause i wouldn't hit ya but my girlfriend might.

Well I see ya don't believe your ears
But what I said is true.
She's a pretty little brown haired girl
and she even cooks good too.

She's got a heart of gold and treats me right
But if I were you i'd head
On out of here cause she hates you
And she wishes you was dead.

Chorus x 2

Oh yes she will