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Dave Dudley
Miscellaneous
Mad (1964)
I got about a-half high so I spent the whole weekend out
I got home a-Monday morning tore up like a can of crout
My only suit was a-laying on the steps
I just picked it up and run and I ainât been back there since
Well mad, yes sheâs mad
Itâs back to the doghouse I know from the practice Iâve had
When sheâs mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column theyâve already printed my name
Sheâs five feet three and weighs about a hundred and eight
Sheâs the kind of gal donât believe in men making mistakes
Sheâs sweet and mighty nice
But when sheâs mad sheâs got a voice that will cut through ice
Well mad, ooh sheâs mad
Itâs back to the doghouse I know from the practice Iâve had
When sheâs mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column theyâve already printed my name
Sheâs got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make
An alarm clock mind that goes ringing every time Iâm late
Iâm sorry sick and all alone
But Iâll have to stick it out cause it just ainât safe to go home
Well mad, ooh sheâs mad
Itâs back to the doghouse I know from the practice Iâve had
When sheâs mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column theyâve already printed my name
In the obituary column theyâve already printed my name
- Album:
- Dave Dudley: Studio 102 Essentials
- Truck Drivin Son Of A Gun: The Mercury H
- Six Days On The Road
- Miscellaneous
- Presents
- Special Delivery
- The Original Traveling Man
- Will the Real Dave Dudley Please Sing
- The Pool Shark
- George and the North Woods
- Dave Dudley Country
- My Kind of Love
- Lonelyville
- Free and Easy
- Rural Route Number 1
- Songs About the Working Man
- Talk of the Town
- One More Mile
- Thanks For All The Miles
- Dave Dudley Selected Favorites