Sometimes a man
sees a shiny pretty thing
And he's got to have his new plaything
I don't remember just when I agreed
I like the sweet face,
but no Whitney It ain't my fault,
you read me all wrong
I've been too tall
and a little headstrong Blind in love,
you drum me up
My guns I don't hide,
but this hold up
You can scream and stamp your feet
But I ain't changing,
I ain't changing Take a glass of bottled whiskey,
I
ain't changing
Changing at all,
you want me home
With a smile and faith
under my apron
You imagine black lay,
but the bed's unmade
No fire in the griddle,
cause I'm not singing
To my damn fiddle
You can scream and stamp your feet
But I ain't changing,
I ain't changing
Take a glass of bottled whiskey,
I ain't changing
Changing at all,
changing at all
Changing at all