Before I woke up this morning, I done knew where you were You hid the keys in my car, smoked my last cigarette That good for nothing mother truckin' son of a gun I need to know her name cause I could tell you which one You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Betty's thinkin' that I'm cryin', couldn't be more wrong He done got his ass kicked out, he did it 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 You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Honey, you've 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 you, but you're bound to find out He's a real P.O.S. and he's your problem now You went back to Tulsa, put some miles on that audio You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that audio And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to French, you're gonna know what I mean Went back to Tulsa Went back to Tulsa