Lyric Low Down Dirty Mean

by Dickey Betts and Johnn Neel
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.

Chorus:
Ain t that low down, low down dirty mean
The way you ve been treatin me,
Beats all I ve ever seen.
I loaned you my brand new car,
Said you was goin for a Sunday drive,
Yeah, here it is now four days later,
I don t know if you are dead or alive,
I got on the telephone this morning,
Put the word out on the street,
And I heard you was down in Memphis,
With a big man in the driver s seat.
Chorus
Got me a hidin in the bushes,
Peekin in the window pane,
Shadow moves along the wall,
I know you re in there with another man,
Tried to get in the front door,
Went around to the back door too,
I believe you ve got a side track man in there,
Making my sweet love to you.
Chorus
Makin my last proclamation,
Gonna lay it on the line,
Baby I m runnin out of patience,
And you are runnin out of time,
Tired of all of your mean things,
And all your dirty tricks,
If I ever turn on you baby,
You re gonna be in some kind of fix.
Chorus (twice)
Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh!