AD
Till death too us part is what she told that preacher man
A
Now she says this ain?t worth dyin? for
BE
She?s had all she can stand
AD
She?s boxed up momma?s china, it?s loaded on the truck
AEA
She?s just got started packin, and I?m thinkin? this could suck
F#mBDA
Now there goes my Lay-Z Boy and my flat top guitar
F#mBDE
Here comes her big sister, what?s she doin? in my car
F#mBD
As they drive off to the city I just waved
F#mBE
From the top of my lungs I hope she heard me say.
D
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
A
You can?t be gone fast enough
EA
What seemed to take a lifetime just left in a cloud of dust
DA
This?ll make my girlfriend happy she?s the one
F#m
That never thought you would
DB
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
DEA
Let us pray you?re gone for good.
DAF#mDBDEAF#mBDA
She forgot her new laptop, so I know she?ll be back
F#mBDE
I?ll have a hot tub full of hotties, icein? down a 24-pack
F#mBD
She?ll cuss me like a sailor, but I don?t care
F#mBE
I?ll have a few choice words when I come up for air.
Chorus:
DB
You Ain?t Leavin? Thank God Are Ya
DEA
Let us pray you?re gone for good.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.