The walk-in is empty
On the right side of the bedroom
The drawers in the dresser
Are empty and bare

She took all of her records
And all the good dishes
There's hardly a sign
That a woman's been there

She took the Emmy I bought her
She didn't steal my Nelson
She's sworn off us gingers
So it would seem

But I bet you good money
If she's runnin' with another
He don't hold a flame
To the likeness of me

Therе's a note on the table
I'm skimmin' it ovеr
As the rain beats down
On the tin roof outside

And I can't help but notice
That spiteful young woman
Ran out with my clothes
Left to soak on the line
I don't understand
I'm a likeable man
How the hell could she leave this behind

There's questions big as oceans
Floatin' round in my mind
But the one I keep askin'
Is the wonderin' of why

Ironin' ain't called for
And coffee is easy
Biscuits are tricky
My cookin's a crime

But guitars and women
They come and they leave me
With lovin' and six strings
I'll surely survive

With lovin' and six strings
I'll surely survive