Letra da Música I Don't Owe You Anything de Tanya Tucker

Aw, I got somethin' to say

Well, it's a long walk down the hallway
But it's a short drive to the bank
Ain't it a bitch learninh the hard way?
It might be easier than you think
You can keep my tears and my good years
And your Sears & Roebuck ring
And I'll take this show on down the road
I don't owe you anything

Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you're like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darling, I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything

Now despite your sin, you're gonna start again
A retired family man
With a younger wife than our own son
And a cat she can't stand
You're gonna call me up in Vegas
'Cause you're looking for a fight
And I'll be over you with better things to do
On a perfectly good Saturday night

Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you're like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darling, I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
Well, I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything

Hey, I made your bed and I made your lunch
And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry
I know you're like my own reflection
I see her in your eyes
Darling, I ain't growin' old with you
I don't need your front porch swing
Well, I raised up all your babies
I don't owe you anything
Hell, I raised up all your babies
And I don't owe you a god dang thing

Hell no!