Barroom Habits Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn
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Well, the kids came out to play last Sunday morning
And I came in from playing all night long
I walked in and slammed the door
And put my cigarette out on the floor
And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on
Well, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie
When you know that's not my name
When you come home it's like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin' to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Last night I got high and I got lonesome
And I remember just what I needed was waitin' at home
I popped a top all over the wall
And after that she wasn't friendly at all
And I could tell by the look in her eye
That I done something wrong
Well, you better quit bringing
Yeah, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie
When you know that's not my name
When you come home it's like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin' to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama...
And I came in from playing all night long
I walked in and slammed the door
And put my cigarette out on the floor
And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on
Well, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie
When you know that's not my name
When you come home it's like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin' to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Last night I got high and I got lonesome
And I remember just what I needed was waitin' at home
I popped a top all over the wall
And after that she wasn't friendly at all
And I could tell by the look in her eye
That I done something wrong
Well, you better quit bringing
Yeah, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie
When you know that's not my name
When you come home it's like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin' to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama...
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