Sometimes I want to hug her, sometimes I want to wring her neck
She wants to be a big star but she can't even sing a lick
She's got an ass about thirteen axe handles wide
And to stay here with her would be suicide
So I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't coming back again
Screw you, You ain't worth passing through
Hey hey, You don't route anyway, what more can I say?
I'm down at the station just trying to buy some gasoline
I'm leaving Amariller and I ain't coming back again