By David Allan Coe and F. Spears
|
|
Will you hurt me more
|
Than the pain of sharing her
|
With other lovers, believers or deceivers
|
Well, the answer can't be found
|
When I'm alone
|
So Rachel, take me home
|
And make me feel like a man
|
|
I know I swore that I'd be faithful
|
But Rachel made me realize that happiness
|
Is something you can't share
|
With Tom, Dick, or Harry
|
The reason we got married
|
Was to know when you were needed
|
You'd be there
|
|
So now you know all about her
|
Now you want to act like she's the reason
|
You've been staying out at night
|
But honey, I've been drinking'
|
And lately I've been thinking'
|
The way that we've been loving'
|
Just ain't right
|
|
Will you hurt me more
|
That the pain of sharing her
|
With other lovers, believers or deceivers
|
Well, the answer can't be found
|
When I'm alone
|
So Rachel, take me home
|
And make me feel like a man
|
|
And the man you feel
|
I ain't half as real
|
As the man I used to be
|
They've took my pride and I had to fight
|
To keep my sanity
|
Under Rachel's wings.
|
|
-----------------
|
Under Rachel's Wings
|
| David Allan Coe |
