Released: May 19, 2009

Songwriter: Sam Myers

Producer: James Pluta John McDermott Scooter Weintraub

I would rather see you, sleeping in the ground
I would rather see you, sleeping in the ground
Cause you hang around here, no you're gonna put me down

The things you do to hurt me, don't seem to matter to me anymore
The things you do to hurt me, don't seem to matter to me no more
You know I'm gonna pack these bags baby, I'm gonna take em down the road

I don't want you trouble woman, I don't want you to mess around
I don't want you trouble woman, I don't want you to mess around
You know you just the worst kinda woman baby, I just got to get out of this town

I'm gonna tell you that I love you, don't seem to pay me no mind
I'm gonna tell you that I love you, you don't seem to pay me no mind
Well I just gotta love you baby, (unintelligible)

I'm gonna give you all my money, level ground on everything I own
I'm gonna give you all my money, level ground on everything I own
Well someday I'm gonna get lucky, down the road you know I'm gone