My little lady ain t my little lady no more

She got a pawn shop pistol underneath her seat. She got snakeskin boots upon her feet. She got the radio up, she got her hair let down. She got the Pontiac rumblin' out of town. She got a rag-top...

This ain't Dallas and this ain't Dynasty This is a real-life two job working family And I ain't J.R. You ain't Suellen We're just a man and a woman holding things together I work every day the sun...

I ain't got no money I ain't got a dime No nickels I can rub No pennies I can find But I don't want for nothin' My taste ain't too refined No I ain't got no troubles on my mind I ain't got no boss man...

Ain't done one single thing this morning except for crying all night long Ain't had no lovin' since you've been gone And I ain't gonna get no lovin' till you come home Nothin's been the same since you...

I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) I...

Oh my baby's comin' home tomorrow Ain't that good news? Man ain't that news? Baby's comin' home tomorrow Ain't that news? Man ain't that news? I got a letter just the other day Tellin' me that she was...

Written and recorded by Hank Wiliams Sr. [C] Listen to ---the rain a-fallin' Can't you hear ---that lonesome sound [C7] Oh, my [F] poor ---old heart is [C] breakin' 'Cause my sweet ---love [G7] ain't...

Don't sell me your fear Don't sell me your guilt 'Cause I, I've got my own Don't sell me your vision Your God or religion 'Cause I've got my own Time after time The voices of doom, they will rise Say...

Well, like I've said, this is not mine, it's a souvenir for you! I have no interest in Meruru! ...Huh? ■ What are you saying!? ■ ...Huh? ...Huh? Ah... could it be that this...