No Thanks to You — R.J. Sloane

No Thanks to You is a hard-driving outlaw country song by R.J. Sloane about a man who built himself from nothing after his father packed a bag and never came back.

He left on a Tuesday and didn't look back. Empty hook by the door, empty chair, a boy in the wreckage. The only thing standing between his son and the gutter was a mama who dragged him to church half-asleep and half-mad. He took every wrong road anyway. Fist through a window before he was twenty. He made it anyway. The anger never fully clears — but the chain ends here.

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INTRO

No thanks to you
Became a real man
The hard way
Did just fine without you

VERSE 1

Packed a bag on a Tuesday
Didn't look back
Left me and Mama
With nothing
Empty hook by the door
Empty chair
Learned what a man wasn't
Before I knew what one was

PRE-CHORUS

Mama drug me to church
Half-asleep, half-mad
Only thing between me
And everything you were

CHORUS

No account
Heard them say it
Through the wall
Ran when it got hard
Left your boy in the wreckage
How could you
Chain ends here
I didn't miss nothing
You did
I'm still here
Still bleeding
No thanks to you

VERSE 2

Took every wrong road
Fist through a window
Before I was twenty
Mama never flinched
Just pointed at the pew
Said that ain't you
Boy
That ain't you

PRE-CHORUS

Mama drug me to church
Half-asleep, half-mad
Only thing between me
And everything you were

CHORUS

BRIDGE

I don't forgive you
Not today
Maybe God can
I ain't there yet
Got nothing left to say to you
Not one word
A man don't leave his son

FINAL CHORUS