comin' home with a bottle
tryin' not to break the seal
this friday evening traffic
'bout enough to break a man's will
and i can't wait to see you
see how your week has gone
and tear into old no. 7
and make love 'till dawn
but your mama she'll be callin'
if she ain't knockin' on the door
and it won't take me long to remember
what i brought that bottle home for
we'll all get to fightin'
just like we always do
come saturday mornin',
i'll be singin' these blues
last night i slept with my boots on again
one cut on my forehead, and one on my chin
on the hard ol' floor, nothin' to cover up with
you got me real good, girl, and i must admit
you pack a pretty mean punch, for such a pretty little bitch
and it's a shame to know
most folks don't ever know love like this
come monday morning
i'll be sore to fare-thee-well
cussin' god and america
beggin' them both just to send me on to hell
but the boss don't want no excuses
when it comes time to get on the clock
and without that paycheck,
i'd lose the rest of what sweet love i got
last night i slept with my boots on again
one cut on my forehead, and one on my chin
on the hard ol' floor, nothin' to cover up with
you got me real good, girl, and i must admit
you pack a pretty mean punch, for such a pretty little bitch
and it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
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