| I used to come home late and not a minute too soon
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| Barking like a dog, howling at the moon
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| You’d be mad as an ol' red hen, up all night wonderin' where I been
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| I’d fall down and say come help me honey
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| You laughed out loud, I guess you thought it was funny
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| I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
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| Girl you ain’t much fun since I quit drinkin'
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| Now I’m paintin' the house and I’m mendin' the fence
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| I guess I gone out and lost all my good sense
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| Too much work is hard for your health
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| I could’ve died drinkin', now I’m killing myself
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| Now I’m feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
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| It’s honey do this, honey do that
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| I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
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| Girl you ain’t much fun since I quit drinkin'
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| Now I’m fixin' the sink and I’m mowin' the grass
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| You made me a list and I’m bustin' my, wheel
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| All broke down, tailspin draggin'
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| It’s a tough ol' life up here on the wagon
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| Now I’m feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
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| It’s honey do this, honey do that
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| I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
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| Girl you ain’t much fun since I quit drinkin'
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| Yeah, I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
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| Girl you ain’t much fun since I quit drinkin' |