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