Lyrics by Austin Brown

She told me she loved me
but I think that she lied,
UT seems kinda funny
at the way they say goodbye,

She gets ah;
See ya latter darlen,
see ya latter dear,
Maybe tomorrow
I'll by you a beer,

What won't hurt
is what he don't know,
So let him lead you out,
then walk a little slow,

Oh no, oh no,
There she go, there she go,
Left right left,
Her hips putten on a show,

Come on girl,
Come ride with me,
We're gonna go cruisen
In my new F250,

With the winda's down
and the radio loud,
We both give a rebel yell
Cause we're damn proud
To be,

Ridden round in my New F250,
Don't worry y'all
My girls got the whisky
Later on we'll probably be tipsy,
Also stoned cause we some high Dirty South hippies,

While we're ridden round in my New F250,
Don't worry y'all
My guns ridden with me,
Fully loaded
Never carried empty,
So don't cross them lines,
Backwoods secrets, we got plenty,

I'm sorry,
For ever loven you,
I'm sorry,
I'd walk away that day if I knew,

Girl I'm sorry,
You never told the truth,
Girl I really am sorry
I can forgive, I can't forget or undo

So I'm not sorry
After all the s__t you put me through,
Girl I really ain't sorry,
For these two birds that say f__k you too,

You never even had a clue,
Who really had something to loose,
You didn't have to go and choose,
Must've had something you needed to prove,
But now it's game over, checkmate,--, we're through.