I'm Gonna Miss Her Lyrics

I came home late, smellin' like bait,

She was waitin' there, with eyes full of hate.

Said, "It's me or your habits, make your choice right."

But then I saw that skillet and made my choice tonight.

It was her or a fried bologna sammich,

Man, it was a tough decision to manage.

But that sizzle and smell got the best of me,

So now it's just my dog, my sammich wit cheese.

I'm gonna miss her

But this bologna tastes betta'

My decision I'll never regretta'

See ya late'a

She packed her bags, slammed the doe,

Said she won't come back no moe.

I tried to feel sad, but my dog understood,

But the extra mayo and the pickles were good.

It was her or a fried bologna sammich,

Man, it was a tough decision to manage.

But that sizzle and smell got the best of me,

So now it's just my dog, my sammich wit cheese.

I'm gonna miss her

But this bologna tastes betta'

My decision I'll never regretta'

See ya late-a

She didn't understand the love of the fry,

Or the joy of a sammich stacked up high.

She wanted romance, I wanted grease,

Guess I got a sammich, she got peace

This sammich don't nag, don't create a list,

It don't roll its eyes when I'm gettin' kissed.

It don't care 'bout the mess in the sink,

All it ever wants is a cold cold drink.

It was her or a fried bologna sammich,

Man, it was a tough decision to manage.

But that sizzle and smell got the best of me,

So now it's just my dog, my sammich wit cheese.

I'm gonna miss her

But this bologna tastes betta'

My decision I'll never regretta'

See ya late-a

Now I'm sittin' on the porch, watchin' the stars,

Pickin' my guitar, dreamin' bout NASCAR.

I may be alone, but I've got my bliss,

'Cause no woman can fry it like this.

It was her or a fried bologna sammich,

Man, it was a tough decision to manage.

But that sizzle and smell got the best of me,

So now it's just my dog, my sammich wit cheese.

I'm gonna miss her

But this bologna tastes betta'

My decision I'll never regretta'

See ya late-a

It was her or a fried bologna sammich,

Man, it was a tough decision to manage.

But that sizzle and smell got the best of me,

So now it's just my dog, my sammich wit cheese.

I'm gonna miss her

But this bologna tastes betta'

My decision I'll never regretta'

See ya late-a