| That wife of mine, a suspicious kind
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| She says that I’m quite a flirter
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| But I’ve been a good boy all of the time
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| And I wouldn’t do nothing to hurt her
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| She’ll tan my hide for spending the night
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| With Betty Lou or Alice
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| But I’m sleeping alone in this wreck I own
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| I broke down South of Dallas
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| When I stumble home at the break of dawn
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| She better not be suspicious
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| 'Cause I’m about at the end of my rope
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| And she better not act too vicious
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| I’m a-covered in grease from my head to my feet
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| Hands are cut and callous
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| I spent all my bucks on a broke down truck
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| I broke down South of Dallas
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| I’m a happy guy when the miles go by
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| There ain’t too much that I’m missing
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| But I’ve got a wife with a frying pan
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| And when she talks I listen
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| I’m the king of the road, she’s the queen of the house
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| And it may not be a palace
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| But it sure beats a load by the side of the road
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| Broke down South of Dallas
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| Yeah, it sure beats a load by the side of the road
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| Broke down South of Dallas |