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点击复制Every now and then on my way home
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow
And I pick a few 'cause she don't tell me to
I go out with my boys all right
Most of the time I call it a night
Before they do 'cause she don't tell me to
Sunday mornin' I'm in church
And my butt and my back
And my necktie hurts but
I'm in the pew she don't tell me to
Any other woman I know would have tried
To control me and it would be over
Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude
All of that stubbornness melts away
When I wake with her head on my shoulder
An' I know
I've got to love her until my life is through
'Cause she don't tell me to
I got demons and I've got pride
But when I'm wrong I apologize
Like she's mine to lose
Cause she don't tell me to
Well I got dreams in this heart of mine
But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside
If she asked me to
Cause she don't tell me to
And she don't even know
That she keeps me lookin' for
The next right thing to do
Cause she don't tell me to yeah yeah
Any other woman I know would have tried
To control me and it would be over
Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude
All of that stubbornness melts away
When I wake with her head on my shoulder
An' I know I've got to love her
Until my life is through
What else can I do
What else can I do oh I love her
'Cause she don't tell me to she don't tell me to
Every now and then on my way home
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow
And I pick a few yes I do