By: Miranda Lambert

I have been draggin' around your sensitive ego

Making sure that your bags arrive on time for the dog and pony show

A little suitcase like a brick,

It kinda makes it hard to get a good grip

I drop your troubles off at the conveyor belt,

I'll hand you a ticket to go get it yourself

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name

When you hit the ground, check the lost and found

Cause it ain't my problem now

I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles on my own

It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car,

I'm packin' it in, so come and get it.

If it ain't obvious what has set me off today,

Behind every woman scorned is a man who made her that way

Go on and take your little business trip with that sweet little habit

That you can't kick

You better call your momma when you get to town

Cause I ain't gonna be hangin' around

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name

When you hit the ground, check the lost and found

Because it ain't my problem now

I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own

It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car,

I'm packin' it in, so come and get it

Come and get it!

Come and pick it up, pick it up

Before I blow it up in flames

You better pick it up, pick it up,

Baby, I'm leaving everything...

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name

And when you hit the ground, check the lost and found

Cause it ain't my problem now

I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own

It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car,

Well I'm packin' it in, so come and get it

Come and get your shit!