You Aint Leavin

     A                             D
Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man
                              A
Now she says this ain't worth dyin' for
      B               E
She's had all she can stand
      A                            D
She's boxed up momma's china, it's loaded on the truck
                        A              E                   A
She's just got started packin, and I'm thinkin' this could suck
    F#m           B             D           A
Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar
     F#m           B                  D           E
Here comes her big sister, what's she doin' in my car
   F#m                   B           D
As they drive off to the city I just waved
         F#m               B                 E
From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say.

          D
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
          A
You can't be gone fast enough
     E                              A
What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust
        D                                  A
This'll make my girlfriend happy she's the one
                       F#m
That never thought you would
          D                 B
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
       D           E        A
Let us pray you're gone for good.
D A F#m D B D E A
    F#m            B                 D         A
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she'll be back
            F#m             B               D         E
I'll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein' down a 24-pack
       F#m            B                   D
She'll cuss me like a sailor, but I don't care
            F#m              B                  E
I'll have a few choice words when I come up for air.

D                 B
You Ain't Leavin' Thank God Are Ya
       D           E        A
Let us pray you're gone for good.

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