Story Behind The Song
No back story. Just pure craft.
Song Description
New couple goes to party. Sees his ex-girlfriend. Current girlfriend acts up. They leave the party. The res of the song is what he says to her about the situation and her conduct.
| Song Length |
3:38 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Worried |
Subject |
Frustration, Dysfunctional Relations |
| Similar Artists |
Travis Tritt, Hank Williams Jr. |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
VERSE
Get your butt in the truck and let me explain
She's my ex, my other, my used-to-be lover
It was a long time ago; she never had my name
Now her nose is straight, and her teeth are, too
Her sugar daddy's old, but her boobs are new
I didn't know she had it in her; it's sad but true
I could've kept a keeper; instead, I married you
VERSE
Now get your butt in the house and let me explain
She's, my ex, my other, my used-to-be lover
Nothin' 'bout the two of you is at all the same
When we were together, love is all we'd do
Tonight she teased me, squeezed me, pleased me, too
I never knew she was funny; man, this makes me blue
Could've had the life of the party; instead, I married you
CHORUS
I married you because I knew you wouldn't leave
You didn't cook, no looks; that was plain to see
And I didn't care about the brains it takes
To fill the time in those commercial breaks
Coulda, shoulda, woulda; it's sad but true
Knew I had a winner; instead, I married you
VERSE
So get your butt in the bed and let me explain
That my ex, my other, my used-to-be lover
Musta been workin' hard 'cause she's learned the game
You're kind of like her, but she's quite a bit better
If she's makin' you worry, write me a letter
Guess I'll see her again; maybe she won't really call
I could've had it all; instead, I married you
Repeat CHORUS
BRIDGE
Layin' here beside you, I wouldn't change a thing
I love you, baby, and I'm proud to wear your ring
You know good and well I meant none of this
It was just whiskey talk; come on, let's kiss
RIDE
Repeat CHORUS
TAG
How 'bout next time you meet an ex of mine, you don't make such a fuss
I mean you didn't have to hit her so hard; right in the mouth; damn...
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson & Cheryl Clements
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