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Testo Outta Here
Testo Outta Here
8:30 Sunday mornin'
Heard the rooster crowin' as I'm
Layin' in the shrubs all caked in dirt
She must've let me lie here sleepin' After another night of drinkin'
My truck is gone I guess she went to church
I saw a note taped to the front door as I stagger up the stairs
It says if you're here when I get home, you'd better say you're prayers! (cause you're)
Outta here yeah you're gone Take a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n' disappear
You see I'm Outta love, outta trust, outta time and outta lust
I took your truck as a souvenir
You see I've Had enough You're outta here
8:30 Sunday mornin' I hear the preacher's warnin'
Sittin' in my favorite pew in church
Tales of fire and brimstone Flyin' from his righteous tongue
Well it's the least that I deserve
I see her in the front row, man it's almost been a year
Since the famous note she wrote, made it crystal clear (it said you're)
Chorus
After church she pulled me aside and said Whatever happened to that guy?
The one I left for dead that mornin' caked in mud n' beer
And I said He's outta here yeah he's gone
He took a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n' disappeared.
You see I realized I'm still in love, I've got the time to earn your trust
Keep the truck as a souvenir
You see I Had enough He's outta here!
8:30 Sunday mornin' I heard the rooster crowin' as I meet her in the truck and head to church
Layin' in the shrubs all caked in dirt
She must've let me lie here sleepin' After another night of drinkin'
My truck is gone I guess she went to church
I saw a note taped to the front door as I stagger up the stairs
It says if you're here when I get home, you'd better say you're prayers! (cause you're)
Outta here yeah you're gone Take a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n' disappear
You see I'm Outta love, outta trust, outta time and outta lust
I took your truck as a souvenir
You see I've Had enough You're outta here
8:30 Sunday mornin' I hear the preacher's warnin'
Sittin' in my favorite pew in church
Tales of fire and brimstone Flyin' from his righteous tongue
Well it's the least that I deserve
I see her in the front row, man it's almost been a year
Since the famous note she wrote, made it crystal clear (it said you're)
Chorus
After church she pulled me aside and said Whatever happened to that guy?
The one I left for dead that mornin' caked in mud n' beer
And I said He's outta here yeah he's gone
He took a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n' disappeared.
You see I realized I'm still in love, I've got the time to earn your trust
Keep the truck as a souvenir
You see I Had enough He's outta here!
8:30 Sunday mornin' I heard the rooster crowin' as I meet her in the truck and head to church
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