Tracy Byrd – Revenge Of A Middle Aged Woman (Guitar)

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I was lookin' for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds

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When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged-out eyes

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It was a two-year-old Mercedes seven hundred bucks

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I couldn't make my tremblin' fingers dial that number fast enough

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The woman who picked up the phone said yes it's still for sale

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But I've had about a thousand calls so you better move your tail

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When I drove up that long driveway with the cash there in my hands

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She met me at the garage in a short skirt and a tan

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When we took it for a test drive I couldn't believe my luck

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She said I'll throw in them Arnold Palmer golf clubs there in the trunk

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None of this was makin' sense but then it dawned on me

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When she referred to her old man as that cheatin' S-O-B

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It was a classic case of a woman scorned

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She'll make that man wish he had never been born

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She's a forty somethin' year old judge and jury

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Hell, hath no fury like revenge of a middle-aged woman

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So, she took me out to breakfast put it on his credit card

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And by the time they poured the coffee she was pourin' out her heart

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Stories of his sneakin' round and sordid escapades

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Secretary’s waitresses and bimbos half his age

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She said you know there's one thing I oughta thank him for

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Well, he ticked me off so much I put new locks on the doors

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It was a classic case of a woman scorned

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She'll make that man wish he had never been born

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She's a forty somethin' year old judge and jury

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Hell, hath no fury like revenge of a middle-aged woman

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Well, I believe good wine and women get better with time

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And if you ask me that man's a fool or else he must be blind

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Now I'll never know his motives can't get inside his head

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But I'm drivin' that Mercedes    and I'm sleepin' in his bed

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It was a classic case of a woman scorned

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She'll make that man wish he had never been born

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She's a forty somethin' year old judge and jury

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Hell, hath no fury like revenge of a middle-aged woman

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Revenge of a middle-aged woman

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I know I oughta feel guilty about somethin'

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I just can't think of what it might be