Before I woke up this mornin', I done knew where he went
 
 He hid the keys to my car, smoked my last cigarette
 
 Well, that good-for-nothin’ mothertruckin' son of a gun
 
 I don't need to know her name ’cause I can tell which one
 
  
  He went back to Tulsa
 
 Put some miles on that adiós Tacoma
 
 And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
 
 'Cause it ain't what you think
 
 But if you spell it back-to-front, you gonna know what I mean
  
 
 Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin’, couldn’t be more wrong
 
 He done got his ass kicked out, he did it all on his own
 
 I took every last bit and threw it out in the grass
 
 He can pick up his shit if hе ever comes back
  
 
 Hе went back to Tulsa
 
 Put some miles on that adiós Tacoma
 
 And I ain't talkin’ Oklahoma
 
 'Cause it ain't what you think
 
 But if you spell it back-to-front, you gonna know what I mean
 
 He went back to Tulsa
  
 
 Hun, you done me a favor and I ain't angry with you
 
 Babe, there’s millions of Tulsa's and you'll be singin' this soon
 
 I hate to break it to ya, but you're 'bout to find out
 
 He's a real POS and he's your problem now
  
 
 He went back to Tulsa (Where'd he go?)
 
 Put some miles on that adiós Tacoma
 
 You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
 
 'Cause it ain't what you think
 
 But if you spell it back-to-front, you gonna know what I mean
  
 
 He went back to Tulsa
 
 Put some miles on that adiós Tacoma
 
 And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma
 
 'Cause it ain't what you think
 
 But if you spell it back-to-front, you gonna know what I mean
 
 He went back to Tulsa (Woo, woo)