Sorry

Ch.

How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?

How many times do I have to say to you?

Now I’ve got no dog, no house, no money.

I guess that’s what you get for telling the truth.

(Well I) Should’ve know from our second date when it was 1/4 to 9 and it was getting late and said ‘hey babe…any ol’ dress will do..’

I should’ve held my tounge, I should’ve but mt lip when she asked ‘does my butt look big in this?’

Now I’m stuck in pergatory singing the blues

Ch.

Still we got married and wouldn’t you know I got myself a new mother-in-law!

A blind man could seen what was coming for me…

When I said to that 5 star Buffet Queen that ‘the apple didn’t fall far from the tree’ them firey gates of hell were a’calling me.

Ch.

(Then I found myself) in a whiskey bar with a wise old man playing his guitar

I guess he must’ve been about 103

He said ‘I’m 55, the reason I’m alive and singing songs about 3 ex-wives is the one little word that always rescued me!’

Ch,

Son you’ve gotta tell that girl you’re sorry

Sorry is the only word for you

You can keep your dog & house & money

You don’t even have to tell her the truth.

Ch,

How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?

How many times do I have to say to you?

Now I’ve got no dog, no house,

All on account of my big mouth,

I guess that’s what you get for telling the truth.