Get Outta My Yard
Gretchen Wilson


You're wakin' up my neighbors
Crying, sreamin' out my name
I guess somebody must've let
The dog off of it's chain
You're tellin' me you love me
Through wild turkey, sir
No, sir
No, sir!
Get outta my yard!
Get outta my life!
Go back to the bar!
Go back to your wife!
You should've got the message
When I said my first goodbye
If you think that what we did
Means anything, you must be high
Said you wanted to get married
Boy, but you already were!
No, sir
No, sir
Get outta my yard!
Get outta my head!
Get offfa my street!
Go back to your bed!
Forget where I live!
(You're waking up my neighbors
Crying, screaming out my name.)
Forget what we did!
(I guess somebody must've let
The dog off of it's chain)
This ain't a motel, this ain't a bar
Get outta my yard
When she was birthin' babies
Where did she think that you were?
They're the only thing that's keepin'
Me from tellin' her
Yes, sir
Oh, yes, sir!
Get outta my yard!
Get outta my head!
Get offa my street!
Go back to your bed!
Forget where I live!
(You're waking up my neighbors
Crying, screaming out my name.)
Forget what we did!
(I guess somebody must've let
The dog off of it's chain)
This ain't a motel
This ain't a bar
Get outta my yard!
This ain't a motel
This ain't a bar
Get outta my yard!
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