[ Featuring Dalton Mills ]
If the sun comes up over the horizon
The good lord's willin' and the creek ain't risin'
I'll be there somewhere near supper time
Rode hard and put up wet
Tried to rob Peter ain't paid Paul yet
And I ain't got a dime left to my name
It's untellin' where you been
Floating somewhere in a bottle of gin
If anybody'd take you, I'd trade you in
Same old dog, same old tricks
Howling at the door trying to get back in
But I'm putting you out on your ass
I've got the worst of both worlds with you
Can't stand it when you're gone, can't stand it when you come back, too
You ain't no kind of lover, no kind of fighter
I'm always wrong, you're always righter
I've got the worst of both worlds with you
There's one thing I want you to know
I'm always looking everywhere I go
But nothing makes me feel quite like you do
But you're on my back like a stripe on a snake
I can't ever seem to catch a break
Honey show some pity for your man
You snore like a bear and sleep til noon
Do your swarpin' by the light of the moon
It's hard to love a man that does like you do
You don't like to cook, but you love to eat
You chomp and smack like a wildebeest
When you go to bed, I'm gonna hide your teeth
I've got the worst of both worlds with you
Can't stand it when you're gone, can't stand it when you come back, too
You ain't no kind of lover, no kind of fighter
I'm always wrong, you're always righter
I've got the worst of both worlds with you
