Well, I might get high on a Saturday night
And decide to drag my hide to town
I find me a cue, lose a quick game of pool
To whoever just might be around
And after I'm done and evening's fund
Have been all but knocked back and drank down
I call my ex-wife, tell her how great my life is and
Could she drive me home from town
And it's gettin' so that a man can't go into town
Just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there's you, dear
Telling me just what you think
Well, I could stay home, do my drinking alone
I suppose it'd be better that way
My barroom companions would be understanding
And probably glad for the change
But to tell you the truth, I'm too long in the tooth
To start changing my old evil ways
So before your next rebuke, there's a shot I'd like to shoot
And you might too if you're planning to stay
And it's gettin' so that a man can't go into town
Just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there's you, dear
Telling me just what you think
Well, it's gettin' so that a man can't go into town
Just to have him a drink
Get by the cops and the mule deer
And, of course, there's you, dear
Telling me just what you think
Keep on telling me just what you think
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