Well, I toss and turn in the sheets
I close my eyes, but I can't sleep
Another night waitin' up on her
While this Bourbon and the porchlight burns
No matter how hard she tries
There's no way to hide what's been goin' on
She don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
She'll get in from God knows where
I'll smell that honky tonk in her hair
I don't know if there's someone she's holdin'
But my suspicion keeps on growin'
And a shower won't cover it up
She don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
When she's done with the wine
And slips into this big ol' bed
She'll be there all alone
When she's done with the wine
And slips into this big ol' bed
She'll be there all alone
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