Broke Down South Of Dallas

That wife of mine, a suspicious kind
 She says that I'm quite a flirter
 But I've been a good boy all of the time
 And I wouldn't do nothing to hurt her
 She'll tan my hide for spending the night
 With Betty Lou or Alice
 But I'm sleeping alone in this wreck I own
 I broke down South of Dallas
 When I stumble home at the break of dawn
 She better not be suspicious
 'Cause I'm about at the end of my rope
 And she better not act too vicious
 I'm a-covered in grease from my head to my feet
 Hands are cut and callous
 I spent all my bucks on a broke down truck
 I broke down South of Dallas
 I'm a happy guy when the miles go by
 There ain't too much that I'm missing
 But I've got a wife with a frying pan
 And when she talks I listen
 I'm the king of the road, she's the queen of the house
 And it may not be a palace
 But it sure beats a load by the side of the road
 Broke down South of Dallas
 Yeah, it sure beats a load by the side of the road
 Broke down South of Dallas