(Mark Chesnutt, Roger Springer, Slugger Morrissette)
Weel, earll this morning it dawned on me
the kind of man she needed me to be
she made a list and laid it there beside me on the bed
now what I should-a done keeps running through my head
Chorus
Oh I should-a done this and I should-a done that
I should-a been there then she'd-a never left
I should-a been hangin' on every word she ever had to say
but it's a little too late she's a little too gone
she's a little too right I'm a little too wrong
now would be a good time to change
but it's a little too late
Last night I came home at a quarter til three
and to my suprise she wasn't mad at me
I thought she fin'lly realized not to worry I'd be home
and then I realized this morning she was gone