[Intro] Yeah… I gave you everything I had. You just kept looking for something I didn’t have. Well, baby… You know where the door is. Don’t let it hit ya. [Verse 1] I put gas in your truck, put flowers on the table, Worked all week just to take you out when I was able. Held you when you cried, stood beside you when you fell, Gave you my heart and my last damn dollar as well. I ain't sayin' I was perfect, hell, I got my flaws, But I loved you like a man, never left you feeling lost. I was ninety percent of everything you said you wanted, But you kept chasing ten percent like the grass was greener on it. You wanted somebody faithful, girl, I gave you that, Somebody who would have your back, I was that man. But you kept looking over fences at what you thought you lacked, While the man you said you wanted was standing right where you were at. [Pre-Chorus] So if my love ain't enough, And you're convinced there's something better, Girl, I ain't gonna hold you back… Go ahead and chase that forever. [Chorus] **Don't let the door hit ya Where the good Lord split ya, If you're looking for better, Baby, go on and get ya. Don't let the door hit ya On your way outta my life, You had ninety percent of a good man, But you kept chasing ten percent all night. You won't find what you're looking for, But there's plenty of good women standing in line— So if you're gonna leave, girl, Don't waste my time. Don't let the door hit ya, Where the good Lord split ya.** [Verse 2] You thought Mr. Perfect was waiting down the road, Some six-foot-something with a pocket full of gold. Some smooth-talking cowboy gonna sweep you off your feet, But eventually you'll find out perfection ain't real. See, I wasn't gonna cheat, I wasn't gonna lie, Wasn't gonna disappear every Friday night. I would've built you a home, raised a family by your side, But you traded something real for a fantasy in your mind. Now I'm done explaining things you never understood, Done trying to convince you that what we had was good. You can pack your bags, baby, keys are on the counter, Ain't gonna beg you to stay—I'm finally done counting. [Pre-Chorus] So go chase that ten percent, Go see what you think you're missing. Sometimes you gotta lose something good Before you realize what you've been given. [Chorus] **Don't let the door hit ya Where the good Lord split ya, If you're looking for better, Baby, go on and get ya. Don't let the door hit ya On your way outta my life, You had ninety percent of a good man, But you kept chasing ten percent all night. You won't find what you're looking for, But there's plenty of good women standing in line— So if you're gonna leave, girl, Don't waste my time. Don't let the door hit ya, Where the good Lord split ya.** [Rap Verse] Yeah, now I'm ridin' down a backroad, windows down, Ain't another tear gonna hit this small-town ground. I gave you my loyalty, gave you my name, You wanted the sunshine but complained about the rain. Ninety was enough for me, Ten wasn't worth losing my peace. You went looking for a better deal, Now I'm the one who's finally free. And somewhere there's a woman who appreciates a man, Who don't need a perfect life just a good heart and a plan. She'll ride shotgun, muddy boots on the floor, Say, “Baby, let's go hunting,” and I'll love her even more. [Bridge] Then one morning, there she was, Sitting by the fire with a Bible in her hand. She hunts, she fishes, she loves Jesus, And she knows exactly who I am. She don't chase what she ain't got, She thanks God for what she has. And I finally learned the difference Between chasing love… and finding it at last. [Final Chorus] **Don't let the door hit ya Where the good Lord split ya, You went chasing ten percent— Hope you finally get ya. Don't let the door hit ya, I'm doing just fine, Found a woman who loves Jesus And don't mind getting muddy sometimes. She'll hunt with me at sunrise, Fish with me at night, Hold my hand on Sunday morning, And thank God for this life. You won't find what you're looking for, 'Cause girl, you were looking for wrong— I found ninety percent and then some, And now that woman's singing this song. So don't let the door hit ya, Where the good Lord split ya… You made your choice, I made mine— And baby, mine turned out just right. [Outro] Yeah… She left looking for something better. I stayed long enough to find something real. God has a funny way of closing doors… Sometimes He opens a whole damn field.
