Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why Bad girls will even do things on the sly Look for your supper to be good and hot She never even put a stew bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born Natural born easy on the road again
Friend come by, say looking for his hat Wants to know where your husband's at I don't know, he's on his way to the pen Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
Went to my house the front door was locked Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked Jumped right back, shook my head, Big old rounder in my folding bed Jumped into the window, broke the glass Never seen that little rounder run so fast
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