We was a -haulin' his old
By the time we reached my cattle yard,
That everything I had at home was gone
She didn't leave a note for me
Sayin' where she had gone
But she ain't comin' back
And after seven years of rodeo
She finally turned me out
I reckon she's had all she could take
Cause all that woman left me
And a pair of Justin Loupes,
She'd warn me a hundred times,
everything she called hers
But dammit, I don't like her takin' mine
And a long way to haul that horse of mine
And I know they'll throw this
Cause all that woman left me
and a pair of Justin boots
cause neither one's her size
They wouldn't have been here
