(Merle Haggard/Tommy Collins)

Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up mess of a heart
You let a little bitty man go and tear you all apart
I warned you a thousand times
You wouldn't listen, paid me no mind
You poor, broke, mixed up mess of a heart

I watched him buy his ticket
In Charlotte, North Carolina
I heard him say, "One way, please, for Denver"
He's goin' to meet that other girl
It won't do us no good to cry
'Cause she's wearin' his ring on her finger

Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up mess of a heart
You let a little bitty man go and tear yo