By Dickey Betts and Johnn Neel
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc

Chorus:
Ain't that low down, low down dirty mean
The way you've been treatin' me
Beats all I've ever seen
I loaned you my brand new car
Said you was goin' for a Sunday drive
Yeah, here it is now four days later
I don't know if you are dead or alive
I got on the telephone this morning
Put the word out on the street
And I heard you was down in Memphis
With a big man in the driver's seat
Chorus
Got me a hidin' in the bushes
Peekin' in the window pane
Shadow moves along the wall
I know you're in there with another man
Tried to get in the front door
Went around to the back door too
I believe you've got a side track man in there
Making my sweet love to you
Chorus
Makin' my last proclamation
Gonna lay it on the line
Baby I'm runnin' out of patience
And you are runnin' out of time
Tired of all of your mean things
And all your dirty tricks
If I ever turn on you baby
You're gonna be in some kind of fix
Chorus (twice)
Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh!