Trisha Yearwood

^D You think you got me wrapped around your finger,
You treat me like my mama raised a f ^A ool,
But I'll ^G tell you how you'll feel,
When you ^D hear my tires squeal,
And I'm ^A gone with somebody n ^D ew,
(chorus)
It's gonna be ^G oh lonesome ^D you,
^G Moaning those all-night ^D blues,
^G Maybe you'll see what it's ^D like to be me,
When it's ^A oh lonesome y ^D ou, ^{G F D}
(verse 2)
^D My pride is gettin' sore from being stepped on,
My heart is weak from swimming through the ^A tears,
But my ^G two feet are strong and it won't t ^D ake'm long,
^A Just to walk on out of ^D here,
(chorus)
Then it'll be ^G oh lonesome y ^D ou,
^G Moaning those all-night b ^D lues,
^G Maybe you'll see what it's ^D like to be me,
When it's ^A oh lonesome ^D you,
(lead - G - F - D)
(chorus)
Then it'll be ^G oh lonesome y ^D ou
^G Moaning those all-night b ^D lues
^G Maybe you'll see what it's ^D like to be me
When it's ^A oh lonesome ^D you