Get Outta My Yard - Gretchen Wilson

You’re waking up my neighbors crying, screaming out my name

I guess somebody must’ve let the dog off of his chain

You’re telling me you love me through a wild turkey slur

No sir, no sir

Get outta my yard

Get outta my life

Go back to the bar

Go back to your wife

You should a got the message when I said my first goodbye

If you think that what we did means anything, you must be high

Said you wanted to get married, boy, but you already were

No sir, no sir

Get outta my yard

Get outta my head

Get off a my street

Go back to your bed

Forget where I live

Forget what we did

This ain’t a motel

This ain’t a bar

Get outta my yard

When she was rocking babies where did she think that you were

They’re the only thing that’s keeping me from telling her

Yes sir, oh, yes sir

Get outta my yard

Get outta my head

Get off a my street

Go back to your bed

Forget where I live

Forget what we did

This ain’t a motel

This ain’t a bar

Get outta my yard

This ain’t a motel

This ain’t a bar