Stompin' Tom Connors - Old Flat-Top Guitar lyrics

Well I work all week, the Wife does too She get's a perm, I buy a brew We stock the fridge and pay the bills We don't get too many frills But we got a house, a dog and a mouse And an Old Flat-top Guitar Well it's alright to dance and dine, By candle light with fancy wine But when we can't afford to roam, We'll have a shindig here at home And dance around to the coutry sounds Of Old Flat-top guitar's On Saturday nights we get some beer We sit outside, the old dog near Bang the old verandah boards Get the Wife to strum the chords Shake the moon with a new set of tunes On the Old Flat-top guitar Well the neighbours look when they here the sound They jump the fence and they gather 'round They dance the heels right off their boots Even the owls begin to hoot When the higher strings being to ring On the Old Flat-top guitar Well at half past two we hit the roof The old hound dog, he give's a woof! That's his way of tryin' to speak See you all again next week Walk right in we'll pick it up again The Old Flat-top guitar