George Strait Follow

I know I don't want her, I swear that's a fact
But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
Just kills me, oh, it kills me

I know she don't love me, I know she ain't home
So why in the hell do I pick up this phone
And call her, why do I call her?

I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind
Just to hear that it's over from her one more time
As if I didn't see that red Chevy not slowing down
Loaded down and rolling down our road

Yeah, she's already left
So why can't I leave her alone

I've wrote her letters signed 'I was a fool'
She wrote me back saying, 'Go find a stool
And drink one like you've always done'

So that's what I did 'cause that's what I'd do
Backsliding, hiding away from the truth
Until the tears run, oh, here comes one

I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind
Just to hear that it's over from her one more time
As if I didn't see that red Chevy not slowing down
Loaded down and rolling down our road

Yeah, she's already left
So why can't I leave her alone

I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind
Just to hear that it's over from her one more time
As if I didn't see that red Chevy not slowing down
Or turning 'round, loaded down, heading out of town
Or rolling down our road

She's already left
So why can't I leave her alone

I know I don't want her, I swear that's a fact
But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
Just kills me