Loaded Gun in the Closet Drive-By Truckers

He kept a loaded gun in the closet
And another one in the dresser drawer
Just in case the one in the closet
Didn't make a big enough hole

She had his breakfast ready every morning
And his lunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen door
She'd make sure he had everything he needed
And hug his neck and tell him how much she loved him
And it was beautiful
You should have seen it

Then she'd make herself a pot of coffee
Just the way she liked it
And sit down and enjoy the quiet of the house all alone
About two o'clock or so every afternoon
The quiet would start getting to her
And she'd watch the clock until he came back home

And she understood just what he needed
When he came home every evening
Was just a couple of beers and a couple of minutes
To cuss about his day

So she'd fix him a nice hot supper
While he ranted and raved about one thing or the other
And she never once told him
What he was going on about didn't add up to a thing