Keepin' Up With The Jonesin'

Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life.
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 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'.
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 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.