Before I woke up this morning
I done knew where he went
He hid the keys to my car
Smoked my last cigarette
Well, that good for nothing
Mother truckin' son of a gun
I don't need to know her name
'Cause I can tell you which one
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin'
Couldn't be more wrong
He done got his ass kicked out
He did that all on his own
I took every last bit
And threw it out in the grass
He can pick up his shit
If he ever comes back
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Hun, you done me a favor
And I ain't angry with you
Babe, there's millions of Tulsas
And you'll be singin' this soon
I hate to break it to ya
But you're bond to find out
He's a real POS
And he's your problem now
He went back to Tulsa (where did he go?)
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa, woo, woo
(I hope he stays there)
Elle King - Tulsa Lyrics
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Before I woke up this morning
I done knew where he went
He hid the keys to my car
Smoked my last cigarette
Well, that good for nothing
Mother truckin' son of a gun
I don't need to know her name
'Cause I can tell you which one
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin'
Couldn't be more wrong
He done got his ass kicked out
He did that all on his own
I took every last bit
And threw it out in the grass
He can pick up his shit
If he ever comes back
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Hun, you done me a favor
And I ain't angry with you
Babe, there's millions of Tulsas
And you'll be singin' this soon
I hate to break it to ya
But you're bond to find out
He's a real POS
And he's your problem now
He went back to Tulsa (where did he go?)
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa, woo, woo
(I hope he stays there)
I done knew where he went
He hid the keys to my car
Smoked my last cigarette
Well, that good for nothing
Mother truckin' son of a gun
I don't need to know her name
'Cause I can tell you which one
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin'
Couldn't be more wrong
He done got his ass kicked out
He did that all on his own
I took every last bit
And threw it out in the grass
He can pick up his shit
If he ever comes back
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Hun, you done me a favor
And I ain't angry with you
Babe, there's millions of Tulsas
And you'll be singin' this soon
I hate to break it to ya
But you're bond to find out
He's a real POS
And he's your problem now
He went back to Tulsa (where did he go?)
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa
Put some miles on that adios Tacoma
And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
'Cause it ain't what you think
But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean
He went back to Tulsa, woo, woo
(I hope he stays there)
Writer: Bobby Hamrick, Ella Langley, Tanner Schneider, Matt Mckinney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC