He Ain't Been Out Bowling With the Boys

I hate to have to be the one to tell you
But he ain't been out bowling with the boys
That funny looking T-shirt that he's wearing
Honey child, that ain't the real McCoy

When he comes home tonight blind and stumbling
Mumbling how he scored another strike
I hate to have to say it, but you're gonna have to face it
He ain't been out bowling with the boys

He ain't been out bowling with the boys, girl
He ain't been out bowling with the boys
That lying about the tournament next weekend
Baby doll, that's just a lot of noise

Don't ask him why he never takes you with him
The game he plays, you would not enjoy
I hate to have to say it, but you're gonna have to face it
He ain't been out bowling with the boys

I know this must be hurting, but now you know for certain
He ain't been out bowling with the boys



Credits
Writer(s): Buck Owens, Robert John Jones
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