When it seems you're everywhere and nowhere at all When you roam these Austin nights and never call When those vicious rumors come rollin' round, round, round I ain't gonna blow my stack But I won't be here when you get back When I hear how easy you spread, how easy you sprawl Well, my pulse may slow down to a crawl When your haunted house of cards comes tumblin' down, down, down Well, I won't have no heart attack But I won't be here when you get back I know, I won't have no heart attack I won't be here when you get back, oh right now When crooked mouths call the house an' wanna know where you are And then ask me with a chuckle if I'm your pa Well, I won't stoop to puttin' landmines in your stompin' grounds I won't start to drink or dress in black But I won't be here when you get back Oh, you ain't worth my sorrow or my tears Or another single one of my years You ain't even worth this song you're only worth the sound Of the front door slammin' with a crack I won't be here when you get back I know, I won't have no heart attack I won't be here when you get back