Elle King - Tulsa

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