It's Getting So (That a Man Can't Go into Town Just to Have Him a Drink)

Well, I can might get high on a Saturday night

And decide to drag my hide to town

I find me a cue, lose a quick game of pool

To whoever just might be around

And after I'm done, and the evening's funds

Have been all but knocked back and drunk down

I call my ex-wife, tell her how great my life is

And could she drive me home from town?

And it's gettin' so that a man can't go

Into town just to have him a drink

Get by the cops and the mule deer

And, of course, there's you, dear, telling me just what you think

Well, I could stay home, do my drinking alone

I suppose it'd be better that way

My bar-room companions would be understanding and

Probably glad for the change

But to tell you the truth, I'm too long in the tooth

To start changing my old evil ways

So before your next rebuke, there's a shot I'd like to shoot

And you might too if you're planning to stay

And it's gettin' so that a man can't go

Into town just to have him a drink

Get by the cops and the mule deer

And, of course, there's you, dear, telling me just what you think

Well, it's gettin' so that a man can't go

Into town just to have him a drink

Get by the cops and the mule deer

And, of course, there's you, dear, telling me just what you think

Keep on telling me just what you think