[Intro]
C G C
[Verse]
C G
That wife of mine, the suspicious kind, she says that I'm quite a flirter
C
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
C
'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'
C
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