Oh yeah

She said she didn't love him
And maybe she never really did
She could move back to her mommas
And they could split time with the kids
She just noticed, her first touch of grey
She don't want to wait, not one more day

This ain't no practice life
We only get one shot
And our love ain't through, hey
It's all we've got
And nobody goes around twice
'Cause this ain't no practice life

There's sixty hours on his time card
And it's only Thursday night
His kids are growin' up without him
And he's about to lose his wife
So he puts down the papers, and he picks up the 'phone
He says: "Son, tell your Momma: I'm a'comin' home."

It ain't no practice life
We only get one shot
And our love ain't through, hey
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