Daddy's Coming Home

Daddy’s coming home and she can’t fit out the window
Her bosom too large, she gonna try the back door
Daddy’s coming home and he got elected sergeant major
He gotta alcohol problem, he gon' drink till it’s dawn
You’re no better than me, no you’re just like the rest
Ain’t got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
Well daddy’s coming home and she’s gotta paint him a picture
She gotta tell him why there’s a wine glass half full
Daddy’s coming home and he got a hooker by his side
And she says, tell me why, daddy, tell m why
You’re no better than m, no you’re just like the rest
Ain’t got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You’re no better than me, no you’re just like the rest
I know you killed momma in the back of her car
Daddy’s ain’t coming home 'cause I cut his stupid head off
I said, «How you going round town treating a woman like that?»
I buried him in the backyard with a big old shovel
I did it because I love you, baby, and I always have your back