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With the football game playing loud

And showing my spirit and being proud

The room roars with that last play

We were the winners of the day

Just giving my guys some crap

Giving each other a slap

They knew it would come to this

The best game we ever saw..glad we didn’t miss

And so they go home in awe

At the wonder that we saw

And as I close the door after they went

My wife just stood there...a glare she sent





Who the heck do you that I am

You never clean when your friends leave again

The mess it takes me all night

I finally get done a mornings light

I'm tired of all these games

It will always be the same

If you just only knew

The thoughts I have would make you come unglued

For I want you out of the house

I no longer wanna be your spouse

I'll get the lawyer this time

For being married to you...I must of done a crime

Cause this is worse than prison

My life is gone and missing

Just pack your bags and leave now

I will manage somehow

The kids they'll be fine

They may grumble and even whine

But I'll tell them what a jerk you are

Just leave now and go on far





And so I walk out that door

I just turn back and call her a whore

For I knew what she had on her mind

She wanted someone else she wanted to find

Her sugar daddy so she could stay home

Never to work always to roam

And as I looked back towards that house

Nothing was stirring not even a mouse

I just wondered how I would heal again

I would close my heart...never let anyone in

The kids weren’t even mine

I'm sure they'll turn out fine

I just wonder and pray

But I just keep walking on my way

I hit the road and stick out my thumb

My soul is empty just feeling numb

I run out of town right now

I will be okay...some day some how