You know my love, my only wish, is happiness for youSo I work real hard to strike it rich, but every time I doI blow it all on some old witch I hardly ever knewHow come every time I itch I wind up scratching youWhenever things ain't going right, I hurry home to youYou kiss my lips and you comfort me as only you can doBut the eagle flies on Friday night and my senses flop tooHow come every time I itch I wind up scratching youI dream of coming home to you when I didn't shine an armorCause it seems to me that you ain't much more than a broken down, busted farmerEvery time I get ahead, I act like someone newI waste the whole night talking big and spending moneytalking big and spending moneyThen I sneak in bed beside you, broken blueHow come every time I itch I wind up scratching you