I don't like gettin' up early, in a hurry, on Sunday
Get all dressed up, hop in the truck, just to sit down in the front row pew
But she does, she does
So I do
I don't like crowded sidewalks, dodging all those people
Walkin' real slow, shoppin' windows,
takin' up dang near the whole afternoon
But she does, she does
So I do
I give in
Yeah, I fold now and then
And sometimes I don't want to
But she does, so I do
She likes breaking out my six string,
sayin' "Baby, sing that love song, the one you wrote"
I tell her "No, who wants to hear me sing that old, worn out tune?"
(She does)
But she does (she does), she does
So I do
I give in
Yeah, I fold now and then
And sometimes I don't want to
But she does, so I do
Oh, something about her smile
So I do
I give in
Yeah, I fold now and then
She makes saying no hard to do
Yeah, and sometimes I don't want to
But she does
So I do
Yeah, I do