Outta Here - Chance McKinney Lyrics
Outta Here
Layin’ in the shrubs all caked in dirt
She must’ve let me lie here sleepin’… After another night of drinkin’…
My truck is gone I guess she went to church
I saw a note taped to the front door as I stagger up the stairs
It says “if you’re here when I get home, you’d better say you’re prayers!” (cause you’re)
Outta here… yeah you’re gone
Take a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n’ disappear
You see I’m… Outta love, outta trust, outta time and outta lust
You see I’ve… Had enough… You’re outta here
8:30 Sunday mornin’… I hear the preacher’s warnin’
Sittin’ in my favorite pew in church
Tales of fire and brimstone… Flyin’ from his righteous tongue
Well it’s the least that I deserve
I see her in the front row, man it’s almost been a year
Since the famous note she wrote, made it crystal clear (it said you’re)
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After church she pulled me aside and said
Whatever happened to that guy?
The one I left for dead that mornin’ caked in mud n’ beer…
And I said… “He’s outta here… yeah he’s gone
He took a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n’ disappeared.
You see I realized I’m still in love, I’ve got the time to earn your trust
Keep the truck as a souvenir
You see I… Had enough… He’s outta here!”
8:30 Sunday mornin’… I heard the rooster crowin’ as I… meet her in the truck and head to church