Why Can't I Leave Her Alone - George Strait

I know I don’t want her, I swear that’s a fact

But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back

Just kills me

Oh, it kills me

I know she don’t love me, I know she ain’t home

So why in the hell do I pick up this phone

And call her

Why do I call her?

I’ve dropped by her mama’s stoned out of my mind

Just to hear that it’s over from her one more time

As if I didn’t see that red Chevy not slowing down

Loaded down and rolling down our road

Yeah, she’s already left

So why can’t I leave her along

I’ve wrote her letters signed I was a fool

She wrote me back saying go find a stool

And drink one

Like You’ve always done

So that’s what I did cause that’s what I do

Backsliding, hiding away from the truth

'Til the tears run

Oh, here comes one

I’ve dropped by her mama’s stoned out of my mind

Just to hear that it’s over from her one more time

As if I didn’t see that red Chevy not slowing down

Or turning 'round, loaded down, heading out of town

Or rolling down our road

She’s already left

So why can’t I leave her alone

I know I don’t want her, I swear that’s a fact

But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back

Just kills me