Ain't Allowed to Leave Texas
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Crossin' over into Louisiana in my Vanzo Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Lookin' in the rear view
The miles I've traveled down
The choices I've been makin'
Wouldn't I make my mama proud?
Layin' bass in her honky tonks
And slingin' quarter pounds
Just tryin' to make an honest wage
The best way I know how
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Crossin' over into Mississippi in a borrowed Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am, shoo!
I got a call from a friend in Macon
He said my baby's been runnin' 'round
With a lawyer from Atlanta
The biggest shot in town
And I bet he's got a lake house
And she picked out the decor
But he'll be pissin' in his khakis
When I show up at his door
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Crossin' over out of Alabama in a stolen Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
(Ooh, what do you do?)
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (c'mon), oh, but here I am, whoo!
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (oh, no), oh, but here I am
(I'm here, ha-ha)
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (ooh), oh, but here I am (whoo-hoo, yeah)
(That dog a whore)
Crossin' over into Louisiana in my Vanzo Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Lookin' in the rear view
The miles I've traveled down
The choices I've been makin'
Wouldn't I make my mama proud?
Layin' bass in her honky tonks
And slingin' quarter pounds
Just tryin' to make an honest wage
The best way I know how
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Crossin' over into Mississippi in a borrowed Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am, shoo!
I got a call from a friend in Macon
He said my baby's been runnin' 'round
With a lawyer from Atlanta
The biggest shot in town
And I bet he's got a lake house
And she picked out the decor
But he'll be pissin' in his khakis
When I show up at his door
I ain't allowed to leave Texas, oh, but here I am
Crossin' over out of Alabama in a stolen Chevy van
I got my baby in Georgia, she's with a brand-new man
(Ooh, what do you do?)
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (c'mon), oh, but here I am, whoo!
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (oh, no), oh, but here I am
(I'm here, ha-ha)
I ain't allowed to leave Texas (ooh), oh, but here I am (whoo-hoo, yeah)
(That dog a whore)
Credits
Writer(s): Bubba Bellin, Kate Sykes
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