Toothbrush and My Table

Came back home with a jewel missing out of my crown
Let me inside, put my empty bags on the ground
Open this door, come on, I'm not messing around
Can you believe I'm standing here? You used to call me proud
Well, believe me; I'll be gone by the time you get back from work
I just left a few things, I don't want no one to get hurt

[Chorus]
Just give me back my hammer, give me back my nail
Give me back my jeans and my J.J. Cale
Give me back my box with the quarter-inch cable
And don't forget my toothbrush and my table

You got a good thing going on, I wouldn't want to take you away
C'est la vie, so it goes; dirty business, or so they say
I know I done you wrong, but here we are face to face
Boy, I sure am glad I don't have to hang around this place
Well, believe me, baby, this ain't fun for you or me neither
So get out of my way or I'll start blasting "Cat Scratch Fever"

[Chorus, x1]

I don't care which way you think the story might've went
I've already recollected all the love I wish I had not spent
Baby, you know I paid more than my share of the rent
There ain't nothing in my heart for you except a big ol' dent
So try to pin it down, try to tear it up, or try to get me gone
I'll just need a few things for the road that I'll be on

[Chorus, x2]