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Tulsa Lyrics by Elle King
Elle King Lyrics
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 sh*t
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
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