Letras
He wanted white picket fence Pollyanna
And I was still wrapped up in barbed wire
He was a slow-burnin' heat kind of lover
And I was a full ragin' fire
I wish I could paint him
The bad guy and blame him
But one thing I ain't is a liar
It wasn't that lead boot in the dead of the night
It wasn't that full tank gassin' up that goodbye
He turned the key and fired up that V-8
Down a hell-outta-dodge highway
But it wasn't the Chevy that drove him away
Odds never were gonna fall in our favor
No matter which way they were stacked
Cause half of a heart isn't no good for no one
And all I could give him was that
The way it unraveled, the dust cloud, the gravel
And the one last long rearview back
It wasn't that lead boot in the dead of the night
It wasn't that full tank gassin' up that goodbye
He turned the key and fired up that V-8
Down a hell-outta-dodge highway
But it wasn't the Chevy that drove him away
That just let him leave
Heartbroke, no brakes
No that one's on me
It wasn't that lead boot in the dead of the night
It wasn't that full tank gassin' up that goodbye
He turned the key and fired up that V-8
Down a hell-outta-dodge highway
But it wasn't the Chevy
Naw, it wasn't the Chevy
It wasn't the Chevy that drove him away