Didn't come home Friday Saturday then called Sunday I got a postcard sayin', "I'm havin' myself a ball" Ooh, baby, I just walked right out your door You better get on home Ain't nobody mindin' your store Well, I packed up all my things Put on my coat and hat Took my name from your mailbox, put the key back under the mat Oh-oh, baby, I just walked right out your door You better get on home Ain't nobody mindin' your store ♪ Well, I drink a little bit And I smoke a little stuff I got the lady's playboy, but it just ain't enough Oh-oh, baby, I just walked right out your door You better get on home Ain't nobody mindin' your store Well, your neighbors they all hate me And your dog's leaving too I ain't been so happy since I got away from you Oh-oh, baby, I just walked right out your door You better get on home Ain't nobody mindin' your store