Get them boots back on
and head for the door.
You have walked on this old
heart of mine once too often..

Saddle up the old Ford and get
on down the road.
Who needs a pain like you to suck
out what self esteem I have left.
Not me that's for darn sure.

Grab your hat and don't forget
your sour assed attitude and
don't let the door hit you in the butt
on the way out.
Here let me hold the door for you!!!

Get them boots on and get out of my life.
Don't need you.........
Don't want you...........
Don't need that bull you feed me
like candy.

Don't come back knocking on my door
cause you ain't welcome NO MORE!!

© 2006 written by Sandra Gard