### 🎸 “She Broke My Heart So I Broke Her Jaw” Billy Bob Troy • Sad-ass outlaw country • Explicit lyrics ### Verse 1 I met her down in Possum Creek, at a bar called The Rusty Nail, She had a tramp stamp, a cigarette, and a DUI in jail. She said she loved my pickup truck, my boots, my crooked grin, I said, “Baby, I ain't much to look at, but I've got a heart of tin.” We drank cheap whiskey till the jukebox played the blues, She stole my wallet, kissed my buddy, and pawned my brand-new shoes. I caught her in the hayloft with my cousin Billy Ray, She said, “It's not what you think, hon” — bitch, what else could I say? ### Chorus She broke my heart, so I broke her jaw, Now I'm crying in a Waffle House bathroom stall. She took my dog, my truck, my pride, And fucked the preacher on the passenger side. Now I'm drunk as hell, got a court date Monday, Eating gas-station jerky and regretting Sunday. Love's a bitch, and so is the law, She broke my heart — and I broke her jaw! ### Verse 2 The sheriff came a-knocking while I hid behind the shed, Mama said, “You stupid bastard, I told you she'd mess with your head!” Daddy took my shotgun and my bottle of Jim Beam, Said, “Son, you've got the judgment of a possum on methamphetamine.” Now my lawyer drives a Corolla and he smells like old cheese, He says, “Son, don't talk to nobody, especially the Tennessee police.” My ex is on the TV with a neck brace and a grin, Saying, “Billy Bob's a monster!” while she's cashing checks again. Hell, she's got a book deal, a podcast, and a show, I'm picking up cigarette butts where the trailer park winds blow. She got a sponsorship from some fancy legal firm, I got a restraining order and a rash I cannot confirm. ### Chorus She broke my heart, so I broke her jaw, Now I'm crying in a Waffle House bathroom stall. She took my dog, my truck, my pride, And fucked the preacher on the passenger side. Now I'm drunk as hell, got a court date Monday, Eating gas-station jerky and regretting Sunday. Love's a bitch, and so is the law, She broke my heart — yee-fucking-haw! — and I broke her jaw! ### Verse 3 I wrote her a letter on a napkin stained with grease, Said, “You were my one true darling, now please let my bail get released.” I drew a little broken heart, a skull, and a tear, Then remembered she was sleeping with my probation officer last year. My mama says forgiveness is the good Lord's way, But Mama's been divorced six times, so what the hell does she say? I prayed for her salvation underneath the trailer light, Then prayed my public defender wouldn't quit before the trial next night. I miss her damn cooking, though it gave me violent gas, And the way she'd steal my money while insulting my ass. She was poison in a sundress, she was trouble in blue jeans, The prettiest damn train wreck that the county's ever seen. ### Bridge — Spoken, with sad fiddle (Whiskey bottle opens. A lonely steel guitar cries.) Well, folks, I ain't proud of what happened that night. I lost the woman I loved, my pickup, my freedom, and half my teeth in a barroom fight. She said I was the worst man she'd ever known. Then she married my cousin. BILLY RAY, YOU TWO-FACED SON OF A BITCH! (Long, heartbreaking fiddle solo.) And if you're listening, darlin'... I still got your favorite hoodie. The sheriff says I gotta return it as evidence. I hope it smells like me. ### Final Chorus — Full Band, Drunk Choir She broke my heart, now I'm sleeping on the floor, Got a court-appointed lawyer and a boot through the door. She took my dog, my truck, my pride, And left me with a Bible and hemorrhoids besides. I'm broke as hell, got a court date Monday, My mama won't hug me, my daddy moved away. Love's a bitch, and the judge don't give a damn, I'm banned from the bar and the local Waffle House jam! She broke my heart, and I made things worse, Now I'm writing sad country songs to pay my lawyer's fees first. She got the house, the horse, the money, and the law, And I got one last beer and a busted-up jaw! ### Outro — Solo Acoustic Guitar Now the moon shines bright on my rusty old Ford, I'm alone with a beer and a court-ordered cord. She was my angel, my baby, my all... Now she sends me Christmas cards... FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF A SIX-FOOT WALL. (Whispered) Merry Christmas, bitch. (Banjo plinks once. Record scratch. Silence.) BILLY BOB TROY, Y'ALL.
