(Sara Evans/Jamie O'Hara)



I heard the word goin' round

Somebody said she's leavin' town

Packed up her bags and left you flat

Shame about that



Somebody said they saw her cryin'

Said she was through with all your lyin'

Said wild horses couldn't drag her back

Shame about that



Well excuse me for my lack of sympathy

I don't mean to be cruel

But it sounds like the same kind of thing you did to me

Back when I played the fool

So, don't bother knockin' on my door

'Cause I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole

You dug your grave now lay on back

Shame about that



Well excuse me for my lack of sympathy

I don't mean to be cruel

But it sounds like the same kind of thing you did to me

Back when I played the fool

So, don't bother knockin' on my door

'Cause I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole

You dug your grave now lay on back

Shame about that