Every now an' then, on my way home,
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I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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I go out with my boys all right,
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But most of the time I call it a night before they do,
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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Sunday mornin', I'm in church,
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An' my butt an' my back an' my necktie hurts, but I'm in the pew,
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She don't tell me to.
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Any other woman I know would have tried,
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To control me and it would be over.
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Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude.
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All of that stubborness melts away,
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When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
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An' I know I've got to love her,
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Until my life is through,
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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Well, I got demons and I've got pride,
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But when I'm wrong, I apologize like she's mine to lose,
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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Well, I got dreams in this heart of mine,
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But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to.
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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An' she don't even know,
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That she keeps me lookin' for the next right thing to do,
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Cuz she don't tell me to.
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Yeah, yeah.
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Any other woman I know would have tried,
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To control me and it would be over.
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Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude.
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And all of that stubborness melts away,
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When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
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An' I know I've got to love her,
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Until my life is through,
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What else can I do?
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What else can I do?
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Whoa, I love her,
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But she don't tell me to.
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She don't tell me to.
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Every now an' then, on my home,
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I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
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Yes I do.
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She Don't Tell Me To
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Montgomery Gentry |