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