(mark chesnutt, roger springer, slugger morrissette)

Weel, earll this morning it dawned on me
The kind of man she needed me to be
She made a list and laid it there beside me on the bed
Now what I should-a done [bad word] through my head

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Oh I should-a done this and I should-a done that
I should-a been there then she'd-a never left
I should-a been hangin' on every word she ever had to say

But it's a little too late she's a little too gone
She's a little too right I'm a little too wrong
Now would be a good time to change
But it's a little too late

Last night I came home at a quarter til three
And to my suprise she wasn't mad at me
I thought she fin'lly realized not to worry I'd be home
And then I realized this morning she was gone

Repeat [bad word]