McMurtry
Hey, little brother, are they at it again ?
You heard the motor fire up and the car door slam
He's gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back 'til morning.
She's pacing the porch around and around
Crying soft and whispering loud
Ah, she's crying soft and she's whispering loud
And if you listen close you can make it out.
She's saying : 'Wait till I get I my hands on him'
'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again'
'Soon as I get my hands on him'
'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'.
They had their good sides in and the bad side showing
You couldn't tell 'em apart when they really got going
'Cause their voices got higher like cats on a fence
And neither one made a lick of sense.
It's happened before and it'll happen again
He won't be back till morning.
She's saying : 'Wait till I get I my hands on him'
'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again'
'Soon as I get my hands on him'
'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'.
She's mad as a wet hen but she's all right
Better get some sleep while it's nice and quiet
I know it looks bad now but I got no doubt
He'll be back home when church lets out.
He's just gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back till morning
Gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back till morning.
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