She walked in the room, clicked off the T.V
Kicked her feet up on the chair
Said we're headed in different directions
One of us gotta get out of here
I said, "Hey, baby, let me make it easy
Or maybe, baby, we could work things out"
She lit up a cig, said my bags are packed
In two seconds flat like Jumping Jack Flash
She's gone
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
Got a one way ticket on a one way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby done flipped me the bird
No matter what you heard she ain't coming back, no
Nothing left but a cloud of dust and
Tire tracks through the whole front yard
She might think I'm coming back to chase her
But she ain't worth the miles I'd put on my car
Might be out in Oklahoma
Maybe down in Arkansas
Maybe up in Ohio, what she don't know
It don't hurt at all, y'all
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
Got a one way ticket on a one way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby done flipped me the bird
No matter what you heard she ain't coming back, no
I heard a Hemi coming up the driveway
Thinking maybe she's back tonight
It's just the boys headed for the pool-hall
Sometimes things just work out right
My baby ain't coming back, no
My baby ain't coming back
My baby ain't coming back
Got a one way ticket on a one way track
My baby, she's a hot tamale
My baby's burning up the road
My baby done flipped me the bird
No matter what you heard she ain't coming back, no
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