| She’s ripping clothes out of that closet |
| Like she don’t care, I know she’s leavin' |
| She’s packin' that suitcase and slammin' that door like she means it |
| Some guys will get on their knees, probably beg you to stay |
| But girl, good ol' boys like me, we ain’t wired that way |
| It’s gonna burn like whiskey watchin' you ride off in that sunset |
| If you think you’re gonna hold on, girl, you ain’t seen nothin' yet |
| You ain’t the first one to roll out like this |
| Won’t be the last goodbye left on my list |
| Save your games and your sorries, believe me, I already know |
| Girl, I ain’t no damn cowboy, but this ain’t my first rodeo |
| Yeah, I’m damn good at sittin' at this bar, drinkin' till I don’t care |
| I don’t feel a thing, your memories in the middle of nowhere |
| Don’t buy the callin', cause girl, I don’t care if you miss me |
| Yeah, baby, I got my own ways of fillin' up this empty |
| It’s gonna burn like whiskey watchin' you ride off in that sunset |
| If you think you’re gonna hold on, girl, you ain’t seen nothin' yet |
| You ain’t the first one to roll out like this |
| Won’t be the last goodbye left on my list |
| Save your games and your sorries, believe me, I already know |
| Girl, I ain’t no damn cowboy, but this ain’t my first rodeo |
| It’s gonna burn like whiskey watchin' you ride off in that sunset |
| If you think you’re gonna hold on, girl, you ain’t seen nothin' yet |
| You ain’t the first one to roll out like this |
| Won’t be the last goodbye left on my list |
| Save your games and your sorries, believe me, I already know |
| Girl, I ain’t no damn cowboy, but this ain’t my first rodeo |