Mama Don't Make Me Put on the Dress Again

Mama, don't make me put on the dress again I can't stand the way it opens when I spin Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I'm only gettin' older Mama, don't make me put on the dress again Daddy, don't make me fancy-dance around Painted up in that make-up like a clown If I see another stockin', Lord I swear to God, I'm walkin', Lord Daddy, don't make me fancy-dance around Well, I'm comin' home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard-earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it? "Doin' right, or am I doin' time?" Lover, don't make me hit the road again I can barely feel your fingers on my skin I'm been bookin' every city Lookin' sad, but lookin' pretty, lookin' Lover, don't make me hit the road the again Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been Runnin' around in circles made of sin I've been drinkin' like my daddy And he ain't ever had his last one, had he? Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been Well, I'm comin' home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard-earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it? "Doin' right, or am I doin' time?" Farther from my home, the more I wish it The longer I've been gone, the more I miss it Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I swear I'm only gettin' older Mama, don't make me put on the dress again Well, I'm comin' home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard-earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it? "Doin' right, or am I doin' time?" "Doin' right, or am I doin' time?" Bo-hoo