I Finally Gave Her Enough Rope to Hang

Buck Owens · 41st Street Lonely Hearts Club [1975]

I never told her the what not to do's

I'm just not tyin', down kind

I've thought I could hold her much closer to me

By giving her freedom a mind.



I figured someday that she would outgrow her flare

For the flirtin' and flinging

I finally gave her enough rope to hang her

And she's still out there swinging.



I never pryed into the where's and the why's

No matter what time she came in

While I thought she was out playin' bridge with the girls

She was out playin' games with the men.



Too late I discovered she had too much slack

Like a fool to a dream I'm still clinging

I finally gave her enough rope to hang her

And she's still out there swinging.



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Now, here I sit with the why do I do's

While she's running round wild and free

I tried to give her a mind of her own

But she couldn't keep it on me.



Now, just like a fool I still sit here at home

And wait by a phone, that's my bringing

I finally gave her enough rope to hang her

And she's still out there swinging.



I finally gave her enough rope to hang her

And she's still out there swinging...