Well... I'll tell you there, sweetheart... A piss poor attitude'll get you nowhere. The trash... I'll get right on it... Just as sure as I'm leavin' you. I stumbled through the back door Bottle in my hand Headed for the garbage can Like a hard-workin' man Missed it by a country mile Lord, what could I do? Kicked it with my cowboy boot Said, "That'll have to do." I'll tell you there, sweetheart A piss poor attitude'll get you nowhere You can fuss and you can holler But I just don't care I'll get right on it Just as sure as I'm leavin' you Soon as I finish this ol' bottle... Honey, we'll be through He says, "You're all talk!" I say, "That ain't new." He says, "You'll never leave." I say, "Just watch me do." I took one step toward the driveway Turned around instead Walked back to the porch swing And sat right down again I'll tell you there, sweetheart A piss poor attitude'll get you nowhere Life's too short for fussin' When there's good times everywhere I'll get right on it Just as sure as I'm leavin' you Right after this next cold sip... Maybe one... or two... The neighbors started laughing Shaking both their heads One yelled, "Girl, he's got you!" I smiled and laughed instead pfft... I tipped my hat and raised my bottle To the evening sky Said, "He's probably right..." But I ain't tellin' him why I'll tell you there, sweetheart A piss poor attitude'll get you nowhere You can win the argument But you won't win me there I'll get right on it Just as sure as I'm leavin' you... Tomorrow... Maybe... oh, well We'll see.
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