Sounds like preaching,
you telling me I'm a jerk.
Sounds like preaching,
you telling me I'm a jerk.
Leaves you lonely, but I've got to go to work.
These bills are coming in,
honey and money's going out.
These bills are coming in,
and money's going out.
Sparingly she moans,
let me off this roundabout.
I've got to go get some sweat on this shirt.
I've got to go get some sweat on this shirt.
Times get harder,
circumstances hurt.
She begins to scream,
don't you leave me this way.
She begins to scream,
don't you leave me this way.
Makes me feel bad, but wrong these bills to pay.
Now I got my faults,
you don't need to cast no stones.
Now I got my faults,
but you don't need to cast no stones.
Things you say make me weep and groan.
I back up my foot,
and I head on down the road.
I back up my foot,
and I head on down the road.
When I return,
maybe you'll be in a better mood.