Keepin' Up With The Jonesin'

Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin’an’the honky-tonk life.
The day that a ring an’a preacher made her my wife.
Yeah, an’I said: «I do», but I didn’t have a clue,
How I’d miss all the whiskey an’women.
I tried to be true, m but it’s all I can do,
Keepin’up with the Jonesin'.
Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.
Ah, she don’t seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.
'Cause she calls up her friends an’tells them,
How good I been doin'.
But the truth is I’m goin’out of my mind,
Keepin’up with the Jonesin'.
An’I miss gettin’high, an’stayin out all night,
With all my old friends.
An’I miss the liquor, the bartenders,
The fights, the girls an’the bands.
It wouldn’t be so damned hard,
If I didn’t know what I’m missin'.
She don’t understand, I’m doin’all that I can,
Keepin’up with the Jonesin'.
Instrumental break.
Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.
Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I’m missin'.
Sometimes I give in, start over again,
Keepin’up with the Jonesin'.
Son, I understand, it’s a helluva man,
Keepin’up with the Jonesin'.
Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure 'nough appreciate the ride.
Hey is this, this a new tractor.
That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.
Oh, a cooler.