(shoo bop bop)
Eight years I’ve been off the road,
(shoo bop bop)
but life at home has been a heavy load.
(shoo bop bop)
Two kids and far too much land.
I know they won’t approve, but I hope they understand.
Late at night the bottle rattles,
rolling on the floor to and fro.
Try to stay away if I can,
but oh no…
(oh) I thought that I could handle the abuse
the rolling wheels lay on me,
over and over again.
(oh) I thought that I could manage to stay loose,
but now it’s obvious I got bit again.
(shoo bop bop)
The day done, I wait for the call –
(shoo bop bop)
a reason to stay out, anything at all.
(shoo bop bop)
Slow down for one final score
to keep my hands from shaking as I reach for the door.
It’s all hugs and shrieking children,
housework that I haven’t begun,
no money, no quiet moments,
and no fun…
(oh) I thought that I could handle the abuse
the rolling wheels lay on me,
over and over again.
(oh) I thought that I could manage to stay loose,
but now it’s obvious I got bit again.
(la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la)
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