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You Ain't Leavin'

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Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man
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Now she says this ain't worth dyin' for
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She's had all she can stand
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She's boxed up momma's china, it's loaded on the truck
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She's just got started packin, and I'm thinkin' this could suck
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Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar
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Here comes her big sister, what's she doin' in my car
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As they drive off to the city I just waved
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From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say.
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You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
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You can't be gone fast enough
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What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust
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This'll make my girlfriend happy she's the one
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That never thought you would
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You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
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Let us pray you're gone for good.

         F#m                       B                                 D                 A 
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she'll be back
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I'll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein' down a 24-pack
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She'll cuss me like a sailor, but I don't care
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I'll have a few choice words when I come up for air.
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You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
               D                     E               A 
Let us pray you're gone for good.

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