Oh, the good lord's gonna strike you with lightning
After all the years that you've been lying
You're so full of shit that your britches don't fit
And your mama is the only one that likes you

Now you're calling me to tell me that you love me
Choking on the words I'm sorry
Oh, loving you was hell, your promises could fill a well
And you never really gave a damn about me

So take out the trash, don't want you back, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Think you're a man, but my daddy won't shake your hand, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do

Didn't get your way, now you're acting crazy
Throwing tantrums like a little baby
Ring that manipulation bell, pull the bottle off the shelf
Calling, saying, only your love can save me

So take out the trash, don't want you back, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Think you're a man, but my daddy won't shake your hand, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do

Now your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Can't tell between a lie or truth (or the truth)
You got a big old hat with no cattle to back
Makes this cowgirl feel bad for you (yoo-hoo)

So take out the trash, don't want you back, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Think you're a man, but my daddy won't shake your hand, no
'Cause you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do
Yeah, you've got work to do