A                             D 
Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man 
                              A 
Now she says this ain't worth dyin' for 
      B               E 
She's had all she can stand 
      A                            D 
She's boxed up momma's china, it's loaded on the truck 
                        A              E                   A 
She's just got started packin, and I'm thinkin' this could suck 
    F#m           B             D           A 
Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar  
     F#m           B                  D           E 
Here comes her big sister, what's she doin' in my car 
   F#m                   B           D 
As they drive off to the city I just waved 
         F#m               B                 E 
From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say. 


 
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          D 
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya 
          A  
You can't be gone fast enough 
     E                              A 
What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust 
        D                                  A         
This'll make my girlfriend happy she's the one 
                       F#m 
That never thought you would 
          D                 B  
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya 
       D           E        A 
Let us pray you're gone for good.
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D A F#m D B D E A   
   
    F#m            B                 D         A 
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she'll be back 
            F#m             B               D         E 
I'll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein' down a 24-pack 
       F#m            B                   D 
She'll cuss me like a sailor, but I don't care 
            F#m              B                  E 
I'll have a few choice words when I come up for air. 
 
Chorus: 
 
D                 B  
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya 
       D           E        A 
Let us pray you're gone for good.