Lyrics

Well excuse me baby What in the world is goin" on? Got an earful of trouble When I called you on the telephone Well you"re screamin" and a cryin" B****in" how bad you been used Well I ain"t got nothin for you Now I"m strappin" on my travelin" shoes Chorus I ain"t got nothin" for you I ain"t got nothin" for you Don"t stand there with your hand out honey I ain"t got nothin" for you I ran into your mama At the bar last Saturday night The last thing I"d ever want to do Is not to treat you right She"s been tellin" every body in town I"m the one you need Well my tracks out of the driveway"ll Be the last thing you see of me Chorus I can"t shut you up I can"t shut you down I can"t shut you off You"re still around