I'll be leaving

Don't matter what you
say or do

I ant going to stay
with you

you ask me what

what do you think

I say to you

 

oh we been down that
road

The story, getting old

I told you before

I'll be leaving,walking
out that door

if you don't change,
your ways

 

That was six months ago

and it, ant made any
different

in the way, you behave

so now I got to the
point

I ant going to lie

I am through with you

 

so from now on

you can clean your own
boots

chip your nose hair

I won't be there

to do it for you

wash your dirty socks

wash and bush your hair

hell, I am through
doing that for you

 

Oh I be leaving

with my car

put my things in the
boot

then I am finish with
you

I don't think your even
notice

when I gone

your be sitting there

scathing

drinking beer

watching a foot ball
game

 

Oh we been down that
road

the story getting old

I told you before

I'll be leaving, walking
out that door

if you don't change
your ways

you say

baby stay

I say no way

I walk out the door got
in my car

with a smile on my face