There goes that old steel guitar
And we're here in that same old bar again
And there goes that old saxophone
I know we won't be goin' home
'Til Lord knows when
'Cause when he hears that rhythm
He's got to be out there with 'em
But if I stick by him long enough
I know I'll win.

Now here comes that old fiddle
And he's right there in the middle
Of that same old crowd
That piano sure is ringin'
And that singer up there singin'
Sure is singin' loud
Without me there to take him home
I guess he'd be there all night long
Sometimes I'm not proud of him
But I love him.

'Cause women in these places
Sure know how to fix their faces
But somethin' tells me I won't have to look
For lipstick traces
It's hard for me to live this life
But after all I'm still his wife
Sometimes I'm not proud of him
But I...