Barroom Habits — текст песни (Loretta Lynn)

Well the kids came out to play last Sunday morning
And I came in from playing all night long
I walked in and slammed the door and put my cigarette out on the floor
And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on
Well you better quit bringing those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah you better quit callin` me Rosie when you know that`s not my name
When you come home it`s like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin` to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing those barroom habits home to mama
[ steel ]
Last night I got high and I got lonesome
And I remember just what I needed was waitin` at home
I popped a top all over the wall and after that she wouldn`t friendly at all
And I could tell by the look in her eye that I done something wrong
Well you better quit bringing...
Yeah you better quit bringing...