I used to have a man
His clothes hung up next to mine
His boots spilled onto the closet floor

I used to have a man

His pressed shirts were buttoned the top to the third.
Clean jeans, wrangler, in a row.

His relatives' pictures on our dresser from ancient days of past... rodeos and portraits of his mother and his dad.

I used to have a man

Tools, belts, pick up and cologne

I used to have a man

Now he's gone and I'm alone.

I used to have a man