She had a fine dad, we hunted hogs
She was from Texas, I am from Arkansas
I ain't the good guy, she ain't the bad
But I'll be damned if I didn't give it all I had
She was an artist, she was a mile high
She was a gold digger
Now I come to think of it she was just articulate
Used it for cold killing
I thought that by now she'd take responsibility
It must have been easier making me the enemy
Now I'm hated by her friends and her family
At least it makes sense to me
I write about the bad things
She was mostly good though
That's the difference between her and me
I still choose to hold both
I was getting mad the other night
See hindsight's with both my eyes
It never mattered what I tried
If you want to make it right
Show up to your goddamn fight
She was an artist, she was a mile high
She was a gold digger
Now I come to think of it she was just articulate
Used it for cold killing
I thought that by now she'd take responsibility
It must have been easier making me the enemy
Now I'm hated by her friends and her family
At least it makes sense to me
All that I ask is you leave my friends alone
They don't have to pick a side
They don't need to say who's right it's done
Tell your dad and your sisters out of everyone I miss them it was real
But sometimes you gotta say gotta get the hell away from here
She was an artist, she was a mile high
She was a gold digger
Now I'm out the thick of it she just was a wordsmith
Used it for cold killing
I thought that she might be a little more kind to me
But then again she always needed an enemy
Now I'm hated by her friends and her family
But I got places I want to go, people I want to meet
And that story makes sense to me