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 'bout to find out

He's a real pos

And he's your problem now.

He went back to tulsa

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.