You Aint Leavin

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

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[Chorus]
          D
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
          A
You can't be gone fast enough
     E                             
What seemed to take a lifetime just
 A
 left in a cloud of dust
        D                       
This'll make my girlfriend happy 
           A
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.

D A F#m D B D E A

    F#m            B              
She forgot her new laptop, so I 
   D         A
know she'll be back
            F#m             B     
I'll have a hot tub full of 
          D         E
hotties, icein' down a 24-pack
       F#m            B           
She'll cuss me like a sailor, but 
        D
I don't care
            F#m              B    
I'll have a few choice words when 
              E
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.