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[Verse]
     C                                                            G
That wife of mine, the suspicious kind, she says that I'm quite a flirter
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But I've been a good boy all of the time and I wouldn't do nothin' to hurt her
       C                                                    F
She'll tan my hide for spendin' the night with Betty Lou or Alice
        G                                                           C       G   C
But I'm sleepin' alone in this wreck I own, I'm broke down south of Dallas

[Verse]
     C                                                            G
When I stumble home at the break of dawn she better not be suspicious
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'Cause I'm about at the end of my rope and she better not act too viscious
       C                                                    F
I'm a-covered with grease from my head to my feet, my hands are cut and calloused
        G                                                           C       G   C
I spent all my bucks on a broke down truck, I'm broke down south of Dallas

[Verse]
     C                                                            G
I'm a happy guy when the miles go by, there ain't too much that I'm missin'
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But I got a wife with a fryin' pan and when she talks I listen
       C                                                    F
I'm the king of the road she's the queen of the house and it may not be a palace
        G                                                           C       G   C
But it sure beats a load by the side of the road, broke down south of Dallas

[Outro]
        G                                                              C      G   C
Yeah it sure beats a load by the side of the road, broke down south of Dallas