8 acessos
A D
Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man
A
Now she says this ain't worth dyin' for
B E
She's had all she can stand
A D
She's boxed up momma's china, it's loaded on the truck
A E A
She's just got started packin, and I'm thinkin' this could suck
F#m B D A
Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar
F#m B D E
Here comes her big sister, what's she doin' in my car
F#m B D
As they drive off to the city I just waved
F#m B E
From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say.
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D
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
A
You can't be gone fast enough
E A
What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust
D A
This'll make my girlfriend happy she's the one
F#m
That never thought you would
D B
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
D E A
Let us pray you're gone for good.
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D A F#m D B D E A
F#m B D A
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she'll be back
F#m B D E
I'll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein' down a 24-pack
F#m B D
She'll cuss me like a sailor, but I don't care
F#m B E
I'll have a few choice words when I come up for air.
Chorus:
D B
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
D E A
Let us pray you're gone for good.