Twenty-First Century Breakup Song

© Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa.

It's only a matter of time before this happens.

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	D	G
	My wife left me early Monday	morning,

	D	A
Packed her	bags and walked right out the	door

	D
Sayin'	"You don't treat me better

	G
Than that wreck you call a	truck.

	D	A	D
I've	had it and I	won't take any	more".

Now I spent the evening drinking, feeling sorry for myself

I guess that maybe what she said was true

But just as I was thinking

That things couldn't get much worse

My pickup truck drove off and left me too

D D5 G

Don't ever buy a self-driving truck

D

If it decides to leave you

A

You'll be clean out of luck

D G D

But if you ever get one, be sure to treat it right,

A D

I wonder who'll be riding her to night

I went in to town next morning on my tractor

The road was dusty and it took me half a day

I went into the bar and

asked if anyone had seen

A truck without a driver pass that way.

Don't ever buy a self-driving truck

If it decides to leave you

You'll be clean out of luck

But if you ever get one, be sure to treat it right,

I wonder who'll be riding her tonight

Everybody laughed at me and and said "it serves you right"

My pickup met my wife at her hotel;

They both cleaned up real pretty

And they took off headed west

With a red dress and a brand new camper shell

Don't ever buy a self-driving truck

It might run off with your wife and then

You'll be clean out of luck

I've just myself to blame because I didn't treat them right,

I wonder where they're gonna be tonight.