Gold Digger Lyrics

She had a fine dad, we hunted hogs

She was from Texas, I am from Arkansas

I ain't the good guy, she ain't the bad

But I'll be damned if I didn't give it all I had

She was an artist, she was a mile high

She was a gold digger

Now I come to think of it she was just articulate

Used it for cold killing

I thought that by now she'd take responsibility

It must have been easier making me the enemy

Now I'm hated by her friends and her family

At least it makes sense to me

I write about the bad things

She was mostly good though

That's the difference between her and me

I still choose to hold both

I was getting mad the other night

See hindsight's with both my eyes

It never mattered what I tried

If you want to make it right

Show up to your goddamn fight

She was an artist, she was a mile high

She was a gold digger

Now I come to think of it she was just articulate

Used it for cold killing

I thought that by now she'd take responsibility

It must have been easier making me the enemy

Now I'm hated by her friends and her family

At least it makes sense to me

All that I ask is you leave my friends alone

They don't have to pick a side

They don't need to say who's right it's done

Tell your dad and your sisters out of everyone I miss them it was real

But sometimes you gotta say gotta get the hell away from here

She was an artist, she was a mile high

She was a gold digger

Now I'm out the thick of it she just was a wordsmith

Used it for cold killing

I thought that she might be a little more kind to me

But then again she always needed an enemy

Now I'm hated by her friends and her family

But I got places I want to go, people I want to meet

And that story makes sense to me