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

[ steel ]

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...