There goes that old steel guitar
And we`re here in that same old bar again
And there goes that old saxophone
I know we won`t be goin` home
`Til Lord knows when
`Cause when he hears that rhythm
He`s got to be out there with `em
But if I stick by him long enough
I know I`ll win
Now here comes that old fiddle
And he`s right there in the middle
Of that same old crowd
That piano sure is ringin`
And that singer up there singin`
Sure is singin` loud
Without me there to take him home
I guess he`d be there all night long
Sometimes I`m not proud of him
But I lo-ove him
`Cause women in these places
Sure know how to fix their faces
But somethin` tells me I won`t have to look
For lipstick traces
It`s hard for me to live this life
But after all I`m still his wife
Sometimes I`m not proud of him
But I l