Lyric W-I-F-E

I ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

Wedding vows weren t made to be broken.
These here lips weren t made to tell no lies.
Somewhere along the way, I guess I must have gone astray,
Cause I m drinking here, and wishing for to die.

I ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

It s just like my lttle sister (dear old momma) told me,
In the end, you reap what you sow.
I ve been sowing seeds from Mexico to Tennessee,
And I m reaping now an awful lot of woe.

I ve got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me.
The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can t see.
If I had half a brain left after my debauchery,
I d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.

I d give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.