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Now sometimes at the end of the day |
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Before I head home I make a stop along the way |
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Have a couple of drinks and wait for the five O'clock rush to go by |
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And almost always there's a lady |
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Oh, and it's so hard when she starts coming on |
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But I back it on up, turn it around and take it on home |
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And sometimes I've gotta go out of town |
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And I'll be gone for a couple of days |
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And this buddy of mine, let me tell you |
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He's a hound in the first degree |
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And almost always there's the ladies |
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Lord, and it ain't easy, boys, when you're out and all alone |
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But I back it on up, turn it around and take it on home |
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I take it on home to my woman who sticks by me |
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'Cause I believe she'd do the same if she was me |
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And I would not know where to turn to |
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Lord, if she was gone, no, I wouldn't |
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And when I ain't a workin' |
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No, I don't hang out, I take it on home |
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I back it on up, turn it around, and take it on home |
