Dodging Bullets
(John Kay)
Thank God for my good woman, you know she is my drivin' wheel
I praise the lord for my sweet woman and the way she makes me feel
She's the reason I keep getting up when the world drives me to my knees
You know they pay me by the hour, they rent by body by the week
I get my check on Friday, that's when my pockets spring a leak
Company says it may move south, where people work damn near for free
Bills keep gettin' higher, our pay's already spent
Junior wants hundred dollar sneakers and we barely make the rent
We get up early in the mornin', workin' by the break of day
Come home dead tired in the evening, fall into bed with nothin' left to say
Been dodging bullets here this mornin, too many deals, too many fights
Yes, there was shootin' here for hours, our little girl, she's cried all night
I get so mad, a man could go crazy, kill everything in sight and sell the movie rights
Ah, won't you come here little angel, come to your Daddy's arms
It's all right, all right stop cryin', go back to sleep my precious one
If it weren't for you and your mama's love, I swear I'd grab the bottle or the gun
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