Old 97`s
W-i-f-e
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
Wedding vows weren`t made to be broken.
These here lips weren`t made to tell no lies.
Somewhere along the way, I guess I must have gone astray,
`Cause I`m drinking here, and wishing for to die.
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
It`s just like my lttle sister (dear old momma) told me,
In the end, you reap what you sow.
I`ve been sowing seeds from Mexico to Tennessee,
And I`m reaping now an awful lot of woe.
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
W-i-f-e
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
Wedding vows weren`t made to be broken.
These here lips weren`t made to tell no lies.
Somewhere along the way, I guess I must have gone astray,
`Cause I`m drinking here, and wishing for to die.
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
It`s just like my lttle sister (dear old momma) told me,
In the end, you reap what you sow.
I`ve been sowing seeds from Mexico to Tennessee,
And I`m reaping now an awful lot of woe.
I`ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can`t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
I`d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.