NASHVILLANELLE
My left brain says you've split this time for real,
The pick-up's gone, the mobile home's no more,
My right brain cries this ache will never heal.
It's true, I two-timed you, acted like a heel,
Kept sowin' wild oats just like I'd done before;
My left brain says you've split this time for real.
Your hair-do grew with every hurt I'd deal;
Your wounded pride now cuts me to the core.
My right brain cries this ache will never heal.
It's too late now, and you can't see me kneel
to beg you back; though askin' from the floor,
My left brain says you've split this time for real.
I'll walk, walk on, with nothing to conceal;
You're gone, I'm beat, you've evened up the score.
My right brain cries this ache will never heal.
So keep on truckin' darlin', and don't feel
Bad for me—I'll live—but never to ignore
My left brain says you've split this time for real,
My right brain cries this ache will never heal.