Twenty-First Century Breakup Song

© Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa.

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


Lyrics [pdf]

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.