| I wash the dishes and the dog
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| Feed the fishes and the hog
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| Rub your feet, change your sheets
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| Cook you something good to eat
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| Put the bacon in the beans
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| Made the chicken finger lickin'
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| Tell me honey, what did you do
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| I plant the peas, pull the weeds
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| Put the sugar in the tea
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| Can the pickles, cream the corn
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| Get a mess of babies born
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| Swat the flies, sweep the floors
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| What’d I do it for?
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| Honey what did you do?
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| You hang out with the boys
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| Get drunk and drink all night
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| Spend my pay, well you sleep all day
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| Wake up and pick a fight
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| You’d think by now I’d learn
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| You’d think I’d see the light
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| If that’s the way you’re gonna love me babe
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| You ain’t right
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| I cut tobacco, paint the barn
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| Young-in's hangin' on my arm
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| Stir the gravy, fry the eggs
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| Milk the cow and shave my legs
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| And lay down in your loving arms
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| And do it like I give a darn
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| Honey, what did you do?
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| You hang out with the boys
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| Get drunk and drink all night
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| Spend my pay, well you sleep all day
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| Wake up and pick up a fight
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| You’d think by now I’d learn
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| You’d think I’d see the light
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| If that’s the way you’re gonna love me babe
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| You ain’t right
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| Well my mama keeps on telling me
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| You’re a sorry son of a somebody
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| And I should kick your tail out to the curb
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| Well I know I don’t deserve all this
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| But there’s something about you that I’d miss
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| I must like you getting on my nerves
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| You dead burn lazy son of a gun, never doin' me right
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| Sorry S.O.B. |
| good for nothin' piece of shit
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| You hang out with the boys
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| Get drunk and drink all night
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| Spend my pay, well you sleep all day
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| Wake up and pick up a fight
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| You’d think by now I’d learn
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| You’d think I’d see the light
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| If that’s the way you’re gonna love me babe
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| You ain’t right |