Story Behind The Song

Based on a true story, lived by the author.

Song Description

A man's confession to being a fool blinded by love to the true character of his girlfriend, and his resolution not to fall victim to the same behavior again.

Lyrics

Well, I thought it was love. Seems like she's just tryin' to get over on me.
Chick was cold blooded.

She came out of nowhere, and that's where she went
As soon as my very last greenback dollar was spent.
She took everything but the shirt off my back.
I wouldn't be surprised if the girl came back for that.
She took me to the cleaners; ran me through the wringer.
Now I'm crying. She hung me out to dry.

Was she Mary or Betty, or maybe Marie?
I never knew. She had a satchel full of fake ID.
I got into trouble when she got to my checks.
Hers cleared the bank and all of mine came bouncin' back.
Yeah, she took me to the cleaners; ran me through the wringer.
Now I'm crying. She hung me out to dry.

I guess I should have known the gal was a witch
When I saw her breakin' out her little bag of tricks.
Her love makin' set my mind at ease.
Now my dirty laundry is all in the breeze.

Go on, go on, and call me a fool.
But don't you think it couldn't happen to you;
Hot little mama calls you sweet pea,
while she pulls the rug out from under your feet.
She'll take you to the cleaners. She'll run you through the wringer.
And when you break down cryin' she'll hang you out to dry.
Yeah, hang you out to dry.

I won't forget the girl, but what was her name?
She cleaned me out, but I'm the only one to blame.
Fool and his money, they was meant to part.
Fool like me too soon gives up his heart.
And that's why, until the day I die,
I'll keep my heart in my hand; my checkbook hid if I can.

I'll keep my heart in my hand; my checkbook hid if I can.
I'll keep my heart in my hand; my checkbook hid.
Heart in my hand and my checkbook hid.
Oh, I'm not gonna give it away like I did.
Keep my checkbook up under my bed,
Hand over my back pocket y'understand.
Keep one eye on my other hand.
Yeah, gonna bury all of my credit cards
In a coffee can out in the back yard.
Stuff my money in a shoe.
Why the hell am I tellin' you?
I'm not gonna give nobody no chance
Get their hands on my hard earned cash.
Mmm-hmm, never, never, never, never, never
fall in love again.