Oh Brenda

Oh Brenda
I hear you hollerin', girl

Brenda, I hear you hollerin'
But I can't come home just yet
Me and the boys are drinkin'
Down at the strip club, drownin' regret
(Oh yeah, drownin' it out)
Just a few more hours
And I'll stumble back to you
But right now, they're buyin' rounds
Oh Brenda, what can I do?

Brenda, I hear you screamin'
But I'm buried in this crowd
The beer's cold, the jukebox is loud
(Jukebox playin' too loud)
Brenda, don't be so mad
You know this life ain't so bad
Just pop a top and wait for me
(I'll be back soon, you'll see)

I know you're sick of Walmart
And the Dirt Shack tacos too
You think I'm out at Pokey's
But babe, I'm only missin' you
(Only missin' you)
The Harley's runnin' rough
And the rent is overdue
But I'll get back on my feet
Oh Brenda, what can I do?

Brenda, I know you're tired
Of the same ol' runaround
But me and the boys, we ain't slowin' down
(Oh no, not slowin' down)
Brenda, I'll make it right
Be home before the mornin' light
Until then, babe, hold it down
(Oh, hold it down)

I know the trailer's shakin'
From those winds tearin' through
But hold on tight, we'll make it
We'll get by like we always do
(Like we always do...)

Brenda, I hear you callin'
But the whiskey's got me stuck
I'm lost in this night and runnin' outta luck
(Outta luck, oh yeah)
Brenda, don't be too sad
I know sometimes I make you mad
But I'm comin' home, just wait and see
(Oh, just wait for me)

Ohhhh, Brenda
I'll be home by mornin' light
Yeah, I'll make it right
One day