One suitcase, one old car
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How far can she go?
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Start now from Kansas City
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Might end up in Mexico
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She don't need directions
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And she don't need a map
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No matter where she gets to
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She ain't comin' back
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Your woman ain't your woman anymore
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She could get real down and dirty
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Smite your good name in the mud
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She could hold you up
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But she won't hold you
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'Cause your woman ain't your woman anymore
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She gonna leave your memory
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And the dream when she wakes up
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And she'll be free
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She ain't mad, she ain't sad
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Too damn bad if you're sorry as can be
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'Cause your woman ain't your woman anymore
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She knows she made a promise
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Right there, in front of God
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But he ain't spent the last year
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Pickin' up your dirty socks
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Your woman ain't your woman anymore
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She's had enough of re-runs
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Same tunes, same old lies
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She done turned you off
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You don't get to say goodbye
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Your woman ain't your woman anymore
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She's gonna leave your memory
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And the dream when she wakes up
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And she'll be free
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She ain't mad, she ain't sad
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Too damn bad if you're sorry
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Askin' me, yeah, now she's free
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'Cause your woman ain't your woman anymore
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No, your woman ain't your woman anymore
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Not anymore
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Your Woman
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| Little Texas |
