Letra de Barroom Habits

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 wouldn'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...