When Your Wife Catches You

But good things end. Oh, don't they all? 'Cause down that

beach came a woman, tall. Tall, tall. Eyes like lightning.

Temper like fire. And Lord above, she's my one true buyer. Before I could hide

or even breathe. She grabbed me by my sunburned sleeve. Here I stand now, dripping wet.

My darling wife ain't done with me yet. She slapped me once, pure country style.

Sent me marching home for a while. She brought it up later, loud and clear.

What I got, well, I sure felt here. Petty idiot. Hey,

yeah!