Honey bring me the paper, pour me a beer
And turn on the tv, sweep up over here
You can tell me you love me to put off my blues
But what do you do when it quits bein' new?
Now you'd be home for supper and don't slam that door
And you better be sober man or I'll give you what for
You tell me you love me to put off my blues
But what do you do when it quits bein' new?
We used to not worry about nothin'
We used to would laugh and play
Now, when we look at each other
We neve...