Slightly Drunk
Well I came home, slightly drunk again
My wife was waiting screaming, where the hell you've been
I said I tried but I didn't get far
I lost my keys, hell, I lost my car
That's what happens when I'm out with my friends
I come home slightly drunk again
My wife, she fights just like Mohammed Ali
She took a swing, and knocked the life out of me
But I was out, before I came in
And I'll admit, i don't remember a thing
That's what happens when I'm out with my friends
I come home slightly drunk again
My wife she tells me that my life is a waste
Well that's a matter of a personal taste
She says she loves me but she's had enough
Well I said baby, that's kinda rough
Cause I aint got no plans to give up the beer
She took my keys but not the John Deere
And she can go ahead and sell the car
But I don't care, I got this old guitar
The frets are buzzy but it still can bend
And I'll I come home slightly drunk again
Don't me this this, don't give me that
I'm tired of listening to that ratty tat tat
If you love me and you really care
Pour us a tall one and just grab a chair
She took my money, yes she thinks it's funny
That I've been sleeping at the local pub
She might be laughing, I'm not really bragging
But I like drinking beer and eating subs
There's a lesson that I had to learn
Touch the flame and you'll get burned
You don't have to live like a monk
When you can live, slightly drunk
My wife was waiting screaming, where the hell you've been
I said I tried but I didn't get far
I lost my keys, hell, I lost my car
That's what happens when I'm out with my friends
I come home slightly drunk again
My wife, she fights just like Mohammed Ali
She took a swing, and knocked the life out of me
But I was out, before I came in
And I'll admit, i don't remember a thing
That's what happens when I'm out with my friends
I come home slightly drunk again
My wife she tells me that my life is a waste
Well that's a matter of a personal taste
She says she loves me but she's had enough
Well I said baby, that's kinda rough
Cause I aint got no plans to give up the beer
She took my keys but not the John Deere
And she can go ahead and sell the car
But I don't care, I got this old guitar
The frets are buzzy but it still can bend
And I'll I come home slightly drunk again
Don't me this this, don't give me that
I'm tired of listening to that ratty tat tat
If you love me and you really care
Pour us a tall one and just grab a chair
She took my money, yes she thinks it's funny
That I've been sleeping at the local pub
She might be laughing, I'm not really bragging
But I like drinking beer and eating subs
There's a lesson that I had to learn
Touch the flame and you'll get burned
You don't have to live like a monk
When you can live, slightly drunk
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Writer(s): Cal Difalco
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