She Got the Best of Me

She took my rifles, my new set of golf clubs.
Got the best set of steak knives, stole my good beer mug
Backed over my Harley, now the tires are all flat
And to top it off she crushed my cowboy hat.

She got the best of me, did more than enough
She got the best of me, when she took my stuff.
Never saw it coming, but any fool could see
(she didn’t leave the keys/community property)
She knew what she was doing
She got the best of me

It looked like a tornado, when I walked through the door
Torn pictures, old love letters, scattered on the floor
None of all that mattered, she hit me where it hurt
Even took the dog, when I was at work.

Repeat CH

She took a piece of my heart but left the big TV
I guess it was too heavy-- she got the best of me

Repeat CH

Written by Dave Tough & James Morrison © 2012
Contact: Dave Tough * 5801 Tee Pee Trace * Cane Ridge, Tennessee