You know my love, my only wish, is happiness for you
So I work real hard to strike it rich, but every time I do
I blow it all on some old witch I hardly ever knew
How come every time I itch I wind up scratching you
Whenever things ain't going right, I hurry home to you
You kiss my lips and you comfort me as only you can do
But the eagle flies on Friday night and my senses flop too
How come every time I itch I wind up scratching you
I dream of coming home to you when I didn't shine an armor
Cause it seems to me that you ain't much more than a broken down, busted farmer
Every time I get ahead, I act like someone new
I waste the whole night talking big and spending money
talking big and spending money
Then I sneak in bed beside you, broken blue
How come every time I itch I wind up scratching you