By Houston Marchman A D I was almost 5 and four foot high when my mama packed me up E A E Me and brother left that two room shack on the north side of Fort Worth A D Now, my old man he'd been drinkin hard, he tried to hang on to the car E D Mama just lit her up a cigarette and drug is ass through the yard Chorus: A D Adios baby here is where the leavin turns to gone E This is all she wrote and Im all out of notes A To your sad Hank Williams song A D Now my mama raised me that it's better to be pissed off Than to be pissed on E E Adios baby, here's where the leavin turns to gone Yea, well I married me this Dallas girl up where love don't come free It didn't take too long to figure out she loved Wal-Mart more than me Spent too much time worryin about some thing I could not change Then a goodbye note to a favorite fur coat and I stepped inside the rain Chorus Chorus