(Josh Graham)  Five months ago you left me here without a single dime  You're doing fine and everything you own used to be mine  You left me stuck with all the bills and you've got all the land  I think by now it's safe to say I'm not a happy man  Well I hear you're livin' up an the hill with some guy that drives a  Porsche  And I'm still here in a beat up shack with a twenty year old horse  You stopped in here like we're good friends but I think you'd better go  I'm mad as hell but I'll hold back  'Cause there's something you should know  I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that way  But I said all that I'm gonna say  So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight  'Cause I wouldn't hit you but my girlfriend might  Well I see you don't believe your ears but what I said is true  She's a pretty little brown-haired girl and she even cooks good too  She's got a heart of gold and treats me right  But if I were you I'd head  On outta here 'cause she hates you and she wishes you were dead  I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that way  But I said all that I'm gonna say  So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight  'Cause I wouldn't hit you but my girlfriend might  I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't that way  But I said all that I'm gonna say  So you'd better make tracks, you'd better get out of sight  'Cause I wouldn't hit you but my girlfriend might  Oh yes she will