Barroom Habits

Well the kids came out to play last Sunday morning

And I came in from playing all night long

I walked in and slammed the door

And put my cigarette out on the floor

And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on

Yeah you better quit calling me Rosie when you know that’s not my name

When you come home it’s like a bad dream

I follow you round trying to keep the place clean

You better quit bringing those barroom habits home to mama

And I remember just what I needed was waiting at home

I popped a top all over the wall

And after that she wasn’t friendly at all

And I could tell by the look in her eye that I done something wrong

Yeah you better quit calling me Rosie when you know that’s not my name

When you come home it’s like a bad dream

I follow you round trying to keep the place clean

You better quit bringing those barroom habits home to mama